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The homeport's cliffs are shining

Like cold marble in the dawn

Eastern winds are blowing stronger

Through the hair of these shore's lawn.

And below us sweeps the North Sea

Waving timeless without fears

Men like us swore salty oaths

With its swelling foamy tears.

On Glacial Trails - the course we travel

For amber, ivory and oil

Around the icy reefs we ravel

Poseidon's greed will take its spoil.

Tarry sweat and claims so golden

And the Polar Sea at hand

Thirsty harpoons plunging deeper

As Whale's Blood drops in the sand.

Once we sail a blacker ocean

The last harpoon will be thrown

Deep into the troubled water

When our ship is going down.

Then wrap me in my wet coat

And lay a mussel on my chest

And bury my good iron

Near the hill where I'll once rest.