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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seafarer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Bright plates and pannikins<br>To sail the seas around,<br>And a new donkey's breakfast<br>For the outward bound!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shanghaied in San Francisco<br>We brought up in Bombay<br>Where they put us afloat in an old Leith boat<br>That steered like a stack of hay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've sweltered in the Tropics<br>When the pitch boiled through the deck-<br>And saved our hides and little besides<br>In an ice-cold North Sea wreck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We've drunk our rum in Portland<br>And we've thrashed through Bering Strait-<br>And we've toed the mark on a Yankee barque<br>With a hard-case Down-east mate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We know the streets of Santos<br>And the loom of the lone Azores-<br>We've eat our grub from a salt-horse tub<br>Condemned from the Navy stores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We know the quay of Glasgow<br>And the river at Saigon-<br>We've drunk our glass with a Chinese lass<br>In a house-boat at Canton.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We know the road to Auckland<br>And the light on Sydney Head-<br>And we've crept close-hauled when the leadsman called<br>The depth of the Channel bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They pay us off in London<br>And it's 'O for a spell ashore!'<br>But again we ship for the Southern trip<br>In a week or hardly more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For- it's 'Goodbye Sally and Sue'<br>And- 'It's time to get afloat-'<br>With an aching head and a straw-stuffed bed,<br>And a knife and an oil-skin coat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing- 'Time to leave her, Johnny!'<br>Sing- 'Bound for the Rio Grande!'<br>When the tug turns back you follow her track<br>For a last, long look at land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the purple disappears-<br>And only the blue is seen-<br>That will take our bones to Davy Jones<br>And our souls to Fiddler's Green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</a><div class=q>
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To sail the seas around,
And a new donkey's breakfast
For the outward bound!' 

Shanghaied in San Francisco
We brought up in Bombay
Where they put us afloat in an old Leith boat
That steered like a stack of hay.

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