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HURRAH the seaward breezes	A
Sweep down the bay amain	B
Heave up my lads the anchor	C
Run up the sail again	B
Leave to the lubber landsmen	B
The rail car and the steed	D
The stars of heaven shall guide us	E
The breath of heaven shall speed	D
From the hill top looks the steeple	F
And the lighthouse from the sand	G
And the scattered pines are waving	H
Their farewell from the land	G
One glance my lads behind us	E
For the homes we leave one sigh	I
Ere we take the change and chances	J
Of the ocean and the sky	I
Now brothers for the icebergs	K
Of frozen Labrador	L
Floating spectral in the moonshine	B
Along the low black shore	L
Where like snow the gannet's feathers	M
On Brador's rocks are shed	N
And the noisy murr are flying	H
Like black scuds overhead	N
Where in mist the rock is hiding	H
And the sharp reef lurks below	O
And the white squall smites in summer	C
And the autumn tempests blow	O
Where through gray and rolling vapor	C
From evening unto morn	B
A thousand boats are hailing	H
Horn answering unto horn	B
Hurrah for the Red Island	P
With the white cross on its crown	B
Hurrah for Meccatina	B
And its mountains bare and brown	B
Where the Caribou's tall antlers	M
O'er the dwarf wood freely toss	Q
And the footstep of the Mickmack	H
Has no sound upon the moss	Q
There we'll drop our lines and gather	C
Old Ocean's treasures in	B
Where'er the mottled mackerel	F
Turns up a steel dark fin	B
The sea's our field of harvest	R
Its scaly tribes our grain	B
We'll reap the teeming waters	M
As at home they reap the plain	B
Our wet hands spread the carpet	S
And light the hearth of home	T
From our fish as in the old time	U
The silver coin shall come	V
As the demon fled the chamber	C
Where the fish of Tobit lay	W
So ours from all our dwellings	X
Shall frighten Want away	W
Though the mist upon our jackets	Y
In the bitter air congeals	Y
And our lines wind stiff and slowly	Z
From off the frozen reels	Y
Though the fog be dark around us	Y
And the storm blow high and loud	A2
We will whistle down the wild wind	B2
And laugh beneath the cloud	A2
In the darkness as in daylight	C2
On the water as on land	G
God's eye is looking on us	Y
And beneath us is His hand	G
Death will find us soon or later	C
On the deck or in the cot	D2
And we cannot meet him better	C
Than in working out our lot	D2
Hurrah hurrah the west wind	B2
Comes freshening down the bay	W
The rising sails are filling	H
Give way my lads give way	W
Leave the coward landsman clinging	H
To the dull earth like a weed	D
The stars of heaven shall guide us	Y
The breath of heaven shall speed	D

John Greenleaf Whittier

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