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I WANT to be lighting my pipe on deck, / With my baggage safe below -- / I want to be free of the crowded quay, / While the steamer's swinging slow. / I want to be free of treachery, / And of sordid joys and griefs -- / To be out of sight of the faces white, / And the waving of handkerchiefs.
I want to be making my ship-board friends, / I want to be free of the past -- / I want to be laughing with kindred souls, / While the Heads are opening fast. / I want to be sailing far to-day, / On the tracks where the rovers go, / To feel the heave of the deck, and draw / The breath that the rovers know.