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THE TROOPSHIP
At early morning, clear and cold,
Still in her English harbour lay
The long, white ship: while winter gold
Shone pale upon her outward way.
Still in her English harbour lay
The long, white ship: while winter gold
Shone pale upon her outward way.
Slowly she moved, slowly she stirred,
Stately and slow, she went away:
Sounds of farewell, the harbour heard;
Music on board began to play.
Stately and slow, she went away:
Sounds of farewell, the harbour heard;
Music on board began to play.
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Old, homely airs were thine, great ship!
Breaking from laughter into tears:
And through them all good fellowship
Spoke of a trust beyond all fears.
Breaking from laughter into tears:
And through them all good fellowship
Spoke of a trust beyond all fears.
Still, as the gray mists gathered round,
Embracing thee, concealing thine;
Still, faintly from the Outward Bound
Came melodies of Auld Lang Syne.
Embracing thee, concealing thine;
Still, faintly from the Outward Bound
Came melodies of Auld Lang Syne.
Oh, sad to part! Oh, brave to go
Between the Piers of Hercules,
And through the seas of fame, and so
Meet eastern sun on eastern seas!
Between the Piers of Hercules,
And through the seas of fame, and so
Meet eastern sun on eastern seas!
O richly laden! swiftly bear,
And surely, thy two thousand men;
Till round them burn the Indian air:
And English lips will hail them then.
And surely, thy two thousand men;
Till round them burn the Indian air:
And English lips will hail them then.
NEW YEAR'S DAY: 1890.
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