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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519678" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song of the Zetland Fisherman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farewell, merry maidens, to song, and to laugh,<br>For the brave lads of Westra are bound to the Haaf;<br>And we must have labour, and hunger, and pain,<br>Ere we dance with the maids of Dunrossness again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For now, in our trim boats of Noroway deal,<br>We must dance on the waves, with the porpoise and seal<br>The breeze it shall pipe, so it pipe not too high,<br>And the gull be our songstress whene'er she flits by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing on, my brave bird, while we follow, like thee,<br>By bank, shoal, and quicksand, the swarms of the sea;<br>And when twenty-score fishes are straining our line,<br>Sing louder, brave bird, for their spoils shall be thine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll sing while we bait, and we'll sing while we haul<br>For the deeps of the Haaf have enough for us all:<br>There is torsk for the gentle, and skate for the carle,<br>And there's wealth for bold Magnus, the son of the earl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Huzza! my brave comrades, give way for the Haaf,<br>We shall sooner come back to the dance and the laugh;<br>For life without mirth is a lamp without oil;<br>Then, mirth and long life to the bold Magnus Troil!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q>
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For the brave lads of Westra are bound to the Haaf;
And we must have labour, and hunger, and pain,
Ere we dance with the maids of Dunrossness again.

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