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88
YOU LANDSMEN MAY HAVE PLENTY.
You landsmen may have plenty
And dine at home at ease,
But you'll never eat as we do,
Who are sharp-set by the breeze;
You may have scores of dishes,
But on you they're wasted quite,
While tough salt-horse we're munching,
With hunger that's delight.
And dine at home at ease,
But you'll never eat as we do,
Who are sharp-set by the breeze;
You may have scores of dishes,
But on you they're wasted quite,
While tough salt-horse we're munching,
With hunger that's delight.
You landsmen may have down beds,
And lie secure and warm,
But can you sleep as we do,
Turning in from cold and storm?
From the keen night-watch in winter,
Tumble frozen down below,
And the bliss within a sea-bunk,
'Tis then you'll learn to know.
And lie secure and warm,
But can you sleep as we do,
Turning in from cold and storm?
From the keen night-watch in winter,
Tumble frozen down below,
And the bliss within a sea-bunk,
'Tis then you'll learn to know.
89
You sneeze at every air-draught,
Half-dead with all your wealth;
Try our life with all its roughness;
'Twill teach you what is health;
You're coddled up like misses,
Too weak to toil or strive,
Come face, with us, a sea-life,
And feel, with us, alive.
Half-dead with all your wealth;
Try our life with all its roughness;
'Twill teach you what is health;
You're coddled up like misses,
Too weak to toil or strive,
Come face, with us, a sea-life,
And feel, with us, alive.
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