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HOME-BOUND.
Wind, wind,
Shrilling through the shrouds,
Whirling by the foam-flakes,
Scudding on the clouds,
Strain on every sail,
Homeward-speeding gale,
While every creaking yard, each stitch of canvas crowds.
Shrilling through the shrouds,
Whirling by the foam-flakes,
Scudding on the clouds,
Strain on every sail,
Homeward-speeding gale,
While every creaking yard, each stitch of canvas crowds.
Wind, wind,
Bend each straining mast,
Drive our good ship northward
Quivering through the blast;
Onward, on, to home
Sweep us through the foam;
Fast up Channel drive us, to Portsmouth drive us fast.
Bend each straining mast,
Drive our good ship northward
Quivering through the blast;
Onward, on, to home
Sweep us through the foam;
Fast up Channel drive us, to Portsmouth drive us fast.
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