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There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield	A
And the ricks stand gray to the sun	B
Singing 'Over then come over for the bee has quit the clover	C
And your English summer's done '	D
You have heard the beat of the off shore wind	E
And the thresh of the deep sea rain	F
You have heard the song how long how long	G
Pull out on the trail again	H
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Ha' done with the Tents of Shem dear lass	I
We've seen the seasons through	J
And it's time to turn on the old trail our own trail the out trail	K
Pull out pull out on the Long Trail the trail that is always new	J
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It's North you may run to the rime ring'd sun	B
Or South to the blind Horn's hate	L
Or East all the way into Mississippi Bay	M
Or West to the Golden Gate	L
Where the blindest bluffs hold good dear lass	I
And the wildest tales are true	J
And the men bulk big on the old trail our own trail the out trail	K
And life runs large on the Long Trail the trail that is always new	J
	-
The days are sick and cold and the skies are gray and old	N
And the twice breathed airs blow damp	O
And I'd sell my tired soul for the bucking beam sea roll	P
Of a black Bilbao tramp	O
With her load line over her hatch dear lass	I
And a drunken Dago crew	J
And her nose held down on the old trail our own trail the out trail	K
From Cadiz Bar on the Long Trail the trail that is always new	J
	-
There be triple ways to take of the eagle or the snake	Q
Or the way of a man with a maid	R
But the sweetest way to me is a ship's upon the sea	S
In the heel of the North East Trade	R
Can you hear the crash on her bows dear lass	I
And the drum of the racing screw	J
As she ships it green on the old trail our own trail the out trail	K
As she lifts and 'scends on the Long Trail the trail that is always new	J
	-
See the shaking funnels roar with the Peter at the fore	T
And the fenders grind and heave	U
And the derricks clack and grate as the tackle hooks the crate	L
And the fall rope whines through the sheave	U
It's 'Gang plank up and in ' dear lass	I
It's 'Hawsers warp her through '	-
And it's 'All clear aft' on the old trail our own trail the out trail	K
We're backing down on the Long Trail the trail that is always new	J
	-
O the mutter overside when the port fog holds us tied	V
And the sirens hoot their dread	W
When foot by foot we creep o'er the hueless viewless deep	X
To the sob of the questing lead	W
It's down by the Lower Hope dear lass	I
With the Gunfleet Sands in view	J
Till the Mouse swings green on the old trail our own trail the out trail	K
And the Gull Light lifts on the Long Trail the trail that is always new	J
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O the blazing tropic night when the wake's a welt of light	Y
That holds the hot sky tame	Z
And the steady fore foot snores through the planet powder'd floors	A2
Where the scared whale flukes in flame	Z
Her plates are scarr'd by the sun dear lass	I
And her ropes are taut with the dew	J
For we're booming down on the old trail our own trail the out trail	K
We're sagging south on the Long Trail the trail that is always new	J
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Then home get her home where the drunken rollers comb	B2
And the shouting seas drive by	C2
And the engines stamp and ring and the wet bows reel and swing	D2
And the Southern Cross rides high	C2
Yes the old lost stars wheel back dear lass	I
That blaze in the velvet blue	J
They're all old friends on the old trail our own trail the out trail	K
They're God's own guides on the Long Trail the trail that is always new	J
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Fly forward O my heart from the Foreland to the Start	E2
We're steaming all too slow	F2
And it's twenty thousand mile to our little lazy isle	G2
Where the trumpet orchids blow	F2
You have heard the call of the off shore wind	E
And the voice of the deep sea rain	F
You have heard the song how long how long	G
Pull out on the trail again	H
	-
The Lord knows what we may find dear lass	I
And the deuce knows what we may do	J
But we're back once more on the old trail our own trail the out trail	K
We're down hull down on the Long Trail the trail that is always new	J

Rudyard Kipling

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