| It was the Blue Bird of Hull
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| Blue Bird was a brig
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| As with weakened stumps stood on
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| Over the soot in a snowstorm with a frozen rig
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| Christmas Eve itself seventy-two
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| - Tie the Swede to the helm, he can turn a lever
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| Shout the creator
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| - Allright boys, get rid of!
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| And Karl Stranne from Smögen
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| Was tied to a rudder
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| On Blue Bird who was sentenced to be wrecked
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| He got the glitter of Hållö lighthouse
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| Fixed by snowdrifts and splashes
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| He stood half-blind
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| He got it in fluff
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| And in the shelter there lay Smögen
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| His home where his mother
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| Just received the letter from Middelsborough
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| - Well, what do you say Karl?
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| - Is she ready?
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| - No, Captain!
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| - We have to flare up because this is the end of it
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| - We have Hållö about starboard and crime just in the shelter
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| - Out with the anchors the boats out
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| But she did not ride up
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| And she got a couple of crimes
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| Who took the boat they had made ready
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| - I probably think, said Karl Stranne, that my father has passed away
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| - Against us, I trust father!
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| - Boat in shelter!
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| - Boat in shelter!
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| - It's father, it's us!
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| - It's my father from Smögen. |
| Hello!
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| - Boat in shelter! |
| he sang out
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| - They are here to jump in, all the men we are rescued then
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| It was Stranne the Elder
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| A Viking, an eagle
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| Took his purified brandy
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| From the corner of the wine cabinet
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| To invite the shipwrecked
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| - What was the name of the ship?
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| He tracked and hit
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| Nine drinks in pointed glasses
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| - Briggen Blue bird
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| The tenth glass he took
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| And he hit it to the floor in a crash
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| - Are you Captain Blue Bird? |
| Briggen Blue Bird of Hull?
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| - God in heaven, where is my son?
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| - Where is the boy captain for the sake of our Savior?
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| It became dead quiet among the men in the corner!
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| Gubben Stranne
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| Slowly took the southwest out
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| - Save modern captain, this evening
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| - Do not mention the name of the brig that has gone awry
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| - Do not mention Blue Bird of Hull, please
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| And the captain stepped up
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| He was gray he was tarred
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| The storm barely howled one heard his words
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| When he said in a trembling voice to his host
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| Karl was tied up and forgotten on board |