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

Rudyard Kipling

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