| Dawn off the Foreland -- the young flood making
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| Jumbled and short and steep --
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| Black in the hollows and bright where it’s breaking --
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| Awkward water to sweep
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| «Mines reported in the fairway
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| «Warn all traffic and detain
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| «'Sent up Unity, Claribel, Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden Gain.»
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| Noon off the Foreland -- the first ebb making
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| Lumpy and strong in the bight
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| Boom after boom, and the golf-hut shaking
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| And the jackdaws wild with fright!
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| «Mines located in the fairway
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| «Boats now working up the chain
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| «Sweepers -- Unity, Claribel, Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden Gain.»
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| Dusk off the Foreland -- the last light going
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| And the traffic crowding through
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| And five damned trawlers with their syreens blowing
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| Heading the whole review!
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| «Sweep completed in the fairway
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| «No more mines remain
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| «'Sent back Unity, Claribel, Assyrian, Stormcock, and Golden Gain.» |