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Away by the lands of the Japanee	A
Where the paper lanterns glow	B
And the crews of all the shipping drink	C
In the house of Blood Street Joe	B
At twilight when the landward breeze	D
Brings up the harbour noise	E
And ebb of Yokohama Bay	F
Swigs chattering through the buoys	D
In Cisco's Dewdrop Dining Rooms	G
They tell the tale anew	A
Of a hidden sea and a hidden fight	H
When the Baltic ran from the Northern Light	H
And the Stralsund fought the two	A
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Now this is the Law of the Muscovite that he proves with shot and steel	I
When ye come by his isles in the Smoky Sea ye must not take the seal	I
Where the gray sea goes nakedly between the weed hung shelves	J
And the little blue fox he is bred for his skin	A
and the seal they breed for themselves	J
For when the matkas seek the shore to drop their pups aland	K
The great man seal haul out of the sea a roaring band by band	L
And when the first September gales have slaked their rutting wrath	M
The great man seal haul back to the sea and no man knows their path	M
Then dark they lie and stark they lie rookery dune and floe	B
And the Northern Lights come down o' nights to dance with the houseless snow	B
And God Who clears the grounding berg and steers the grinding floe	B
He hears the cry of the little kit fox and the wind along the snow	B
But since our women must walk gay and money buys their gear	N
The sealing boats they filch that way at hazard year by year	N
English they be and Japanee that hang on the Brown Bear's flank	O
And some be Scot but the worst of the lot and the boldest thieves be Yank	O
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It was the sealer Northern Light to the Smoky Seas she bore	P
With a stovepipe stuck from a starboard port and the Russian flag at her fore	P
Baltic Stralsund and Northern Light	H
oh they were birds of a feather	Q
Slipping away to the Smoky Seas three seal thieves together	Q
And at last she came to a sandy cove and the Baltic lay therein	A
But her men were up with the herding seal to drive and club and skin	A
There were fifteen hundred skins abeach cool pelt and proper fur	Q
When the Northern Light drove into the bight	H
and the sea mist drove with her	Q
The Baltic called her men and weighed she could not choose but run	A
For a stovepipe seen through the closing mist it shows like a four inch gun	A
And loss it is that is sad as death to lose both trip and ship	R
And lie for a rotting contraband on Vladivostock slip	R
She turned and dived in the sea smother as a rabbit dives in the whins	J
And the Northern Light sent up her boats to steal the stolen skins	J
They had not brought a load to side or slid their hatches clear	N
When they were aware of a sloop of war ghost white and very near	N
Her flag she showed and her guns she showed three of them black abeam	S
And a funnel white with the crusted salt but never a show of steam	S
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There was no time to man the brakes they knocked the shackle free	T
And the Northern Light stood out again goose winged to open sea	T
For life it is that is worse than death by force of Russian law	U
To work in the mines of mercury that loose the teeth in your jaw	U
They had not run a mile from shore they heard no shots behind	V
When the skipper smote his hand on his thigh and threw her up in the wind	V
quot Bluffed raised out on a bluff quot said he quot for if my name's Tom Hall	W
You must set a thief to catch a thief and a thief has caught us all	W
By every butt in Oregon and every spar in Maine	A
The hand that spilled the wind from her sail was the hand of Reuben Paine	A
He has rigged and trigged her with paint and spar	X
and faith he has faked her well	Y
But I'd know the Stralsund 's deckhouse yet from here to the booms o' Hell	Y
Oh once we ha' met at Baltimore and twice on Boston pier	N
But the sickest day for you Reuben Paine was the day that you came here	Z
The day that you came here my lad to scare us from our seal	I
With your funnel made o' your painted cloth and your guns o' rotten deal	I
Ring and blow for the Baltic now and head her back to the bay	F
And we'll come into the game again with a double deck to play quot	V
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They rang and blew the sealers' call the poaching cry of the sea	T
And they raised the Baltic out of the mist and an angry ship was she	T
And blind they groped through the whirling white and blind to the bay again	A
Till they heard the creak of the Stralsund 's boom	S
and the clank of her mooring chain	A
They laid them down by bitt and boat their pistols in their belts	J
And quot Will you fight for it Reuben Paine or will you share the pelts quot	V
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A dog toothed laugh laughed Reuben Paine and bared his flenching knife	A2
quot Yea skin for skin and all that he hath a man will give for his life	A2
But I've six thousand skins below and Yeddo Port to see	T
And there's never a law of God or man runs north of Fifty Three	T
So go in peace to the naked seas with empty holds to fill	B2
And I'll be good to your seal this catch as many as I shall kill quot	V
	-
Answered the snap of a closing lock and the jar of a gun butt slid	V
But the tender fog shut fold on fold to hide the wrong they did	V
The weeping fog rolled fold on fold the wrath of man to cloak	C2
And the flame spurts pale ran down the rail as the sealing rifles spoke	C2
The bullets bit on bend and butt the splinter slivered free	T
Little they trust to sparrow dust that stop the seal in his sea	T
The thick smoke hung and would not shift leaden it lay and blue	A
But three were down on the Baltic 's deck and two of the Stralsund 's crew	A
An arm's length out and overside the banked fog held them bound	V
But as they heard or groan or word they fired at the sound	V
For one cried out on the Name of God and one to have him cease	J
And the questing volley found them both and bade them hold their peace	J
And one called out on a heathen joss and one on the Virgin's Name	S
And the schooling bullet leaped across and showed them whence they came	S
And in the waiting silences the rudder whined beneath	D2
And each man drew his watchful breath slow taken 'tween the teeth	D2
Trigger and ear and eye acock knit brow and hard drawn lips	J
Bracing his feet by chock and cleat for the rolling of the ships	J
Till they heard the cough of a wounded man that fought in the fog for breath	E2
Till they heard the torment of Reuben Paine that wailed upon his death	E2
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quot The tides they'll go through Fundy Race but I'll go nevermore	P
And see the hogs from ebb tide mark turn scampering back to shore	P
No more I'll see the trawlers drift below the Bass Rock ground	V
Or watch the tall Fall steamer lights tear blazing up the Sound	V
Sorrow is me in a lonely sea and a sinful fight I fall	W
But if there's law o' God or man you'll swing for it yet Tom Hall quot	V
Tom Hall stood up by the quarter rail quot Your words in your teeth quot said he	T
quot There's never a law of God or man runs north of Fifty Three	T
So go in grace with Him to face and an ill spent life behind	V
And I'll be good to your widows Rube as many as I shall find quot	V
	-
A Stralsund man shot blind and large and a war lock Finn was he	T
And he hit Tom Hall with a bursting ball a hand's breadth over the knee	T
Tom Hall caught hold by the topping lift and sat him down with an oath	F2
quot You'll wait a little Rube quot he said quot the Devil has called for both	F2
The Devil is driving both this tide and the killing grounds are close	J
And we'll go up to the Wrath of God as the holluschickie goes	J
O men put back your guns again and lay your rifles by	G2
We've fought our fight and the best are down Let up and let us die	G2
Quit firing by the bow there quit Call off the Baltic 's crew	A
You're sure of Hell as me or Rube but wait till we get through quot	G2
There went no word between the ships but thick and quick and loud	G2
The life blood drummed on the dripping decks	J
with the fog dew from the shroud	G2
The sea pull drew them side by side gunnel to gunnel laid	G2
And they fel	Y

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