| And the sailors, they sing sad songs,
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| About the sea that eats them whole.
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| And the sailors they sing sad songs,
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| Food for fishes shoals.
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| And the wind it blows inland,
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| And the death you can smell.
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| Smashed on rocks and smashed on boulders,
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| Smashed in living hell.
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| And their loved ones wait for hours,
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| Await the fate of the cruel sea
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| And if loved ones don’t return,
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| There’s no security.
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| Just the work-house when they grow old,
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| To lay their weary heads,
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| And the sound of the sea singing
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| Until they are dead.
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| And the sea that bears its harvest
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| It exacts a heavy toll,
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| Mothers, fathers, brothers, uncles,
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| With no corpses to behold.
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| Sailing out into the darkness,
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| Every day of the year.
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| Sailing out into the darkness,
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| With a prayer, and with fear
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| And with fear,
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| With a prayer, and with fear.
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| And with fear. |