| «Ahoy, Klaas Nielsen and Peter Jehann!
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| Kiekt if we are not to Mus yet!
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| Haven't you seen the Klabautermann?
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| Thank God we're to Huus!"
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| The fishermen shouted and cast ashore
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| And drew the keels up high on the beach
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| Dull, the floods rolled
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| But Han Jochen did the math
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| And shook his head darkly and said:
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| «A boat is still available!
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| A boat is still available!»
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| And the brown crowd panted more seriously
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| Towards the village over the dunes
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| Already greeted from afar with blown hair
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| The women at the graves of the giants
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| And "Korl" was the name and "Leiv Marie!
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| It's nice, that's what we're doing!»
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| Dull, the floods rolled
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| "Un Hinrich, my Hinrich, where is dee?"
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| And Jochen pointed to the roaring sea:
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| «A boat is still available!
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| A boat is still available!»
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| The seagull stone loomed on the shore
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| A disreputable building stood on it
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| There they dragged in work and strand wood
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| And poured oil on the fire
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| That shone far into the night
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| And should shout: "O come home!"
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| The floods rolled in dull
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| Here stands your wife in night and wind
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| Whines loudly and kisses your child:
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| «A boat is still available!
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| A boat is still available!»
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| But the night passed and the sea became calm
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| And the sun shone in the flames
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| Then the poor thing sobbed: "As God wills!"
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| And she collapsed unconscious!
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| They carried her home on a narrow board
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| There she is lying feverishly in the hospital bed
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| And outside the tide is rippling
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| Her child is playing there, "Your luetting Jehann"
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| And babbles like a dream now and then:
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| «A boat is still available!
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| A boat is still available!» |