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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510690" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anchor Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again!<br> Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the pawl.<br>Loose all sail, and brace your yards back and full --<br> Ready jib to pay her off and heave short all!<br> Well, ah fare you well; we can stay no more with you, my love --<br> Down, set down your liquor and your girl from off your knee;<br> For the wind has come to say:<br> &quot;You must take me while you may,<br> If you'd go to Mother Carey<br> (Walk her down to Mother Carey!),<br> Oh, we're bound to Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea!&quot;<br> <br>Heh! Walk her round. Break, ah break it out o' that!<br> Break our starboard-bower out, apeak, awash, and clear.<br>Port -- port she casts, with the harbour-mud beneath her foot,<br> And that's the last o' bottom we shall see this year!<br> Well, ah fare you well, for we've got to take her out again --<br> Take her out in ballast, riding light and cargo-free.<br> And it's time to clear and quit<br> When the hawser grips the bitt,<br> So we'll pay you with the foresheet and a promise from the sea!<br> <br>Heh! Tally on. Aft and walk away with her!<br> Handsome to the cathead, now; O tally on the fall!<br>Stop, seize and fish, and easy on the davit-guy.<br> Up, well up the fluke of her, and inboard haul!<br> Well, ah fare you well, for the Channel wind's took hold of us,<br> Choking down our voices as we snatch the gaskets free.<br> And it's blowing up for night,<br> And she's dropping Light on Light,<br> And she's snorting under bonnets for a breath of open sea,<br> <br>Wheel, full and by; but she'll smell her road alone to-night.<br> Sick she is and harbour-sick -- O sick to clear the land!<br>Roll down to Brest with the old Red Ensign over us --<br> Carry on and thrash her out with all she'll stand!<br> Well, ah fare you well, and it's Ushant slams the door on us,<br> Whirling like a windmill through the dirty scud to lee:<br> Till the last, last flicker goes<br> From the tumbling water-rows,<br> And we're off to Mother Carey<br> (Walk her down to Mother Carey!),<br> Oh, we're bound for Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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 Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the pawl.
Loose all sail, and brace your yards back and full --
 Ready jib to pay her off and heave short all!
 Well, ah fare you well; we can sta..."></div>
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