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FROM CAPE HORN.
You landsmen lie in clover,
In down beds soft and warm,
But to us they're far the softest
Who have sailed through ice and storm;
It makes a warm bed warmer
To think of what we've borne,
As we beat,
Ice and sleet,
In winter round the Horn.
In down beds soft and warm,
But to us they're far the softest
Who have sailed through ice and storm;
It makes a warm bed warmer
To think of what we've borne,
As we beat,
Ice and sleet,
In winter round the Horn.
You landsmen feel it cosy,
This coal-fire's ruddy glow,
But, as we toast us in its blaze,
A dearer warmth we know;
It makes a red fire hotter,
To think of all we've borne,
As we beat,
Ice and sleet,
In snow-storms round the Horn.
This coal-fire's ruddy glow,
But, as we toast us in its blaze,
A dearer warmth we know;
It makes a red fire hotter,
To think of all we've borne,
As we beat,
Ice and sleet,
In snow-storms round the Horn.
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