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There's no wind along these seas. / _Out oars for Stavanger! _ / _Forward all for Stavanger! _ / So we must wake the white-ash breeze, / _Let fall for Stavanger! _ / _A long pull for Stavanger! _
Oh, hear the benches creak and strain! / _(A long pull for Stavanger! )_ / She thinks she smells the Northland rain! / _(A long pull for Stavanger! )_
She thinks she smells the Northland snow, / And she's as glad as we to go.
She thinks she smells the Northland rime, / And the dear dark nights of winter-time.
She wants to be at her own home pier, / To shift her sails and standing gear.
She wants to be in her winter-shed. / To strip herself and go to bed.
Her very bolts are sick for shore, / And we -- we want it ten times more!
So all you Gods that love brave men, / Send us a three-reef gale again!
Send us a gale, and watch us come, / With close-cropped canvas slashing home!
_But_ -- there's no wind on all these seas, / _A long pull for Stavanger! _ / So we must wake the white-ash breeze, / _A long pull for Stavanger! _