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WHEN FIRST I WENT A WHALING.
When first I went a whaling,
I left my home, a boy,
And 'mongst the gleaming ice-fields,
That home was still my joy;
For when, below the North-lights,
The polar winds blew shrill,
Dreams of my loving mother,
Those dear dreams warmed me still.
I left my home, a boy,
And 'mongst the gleaming ice-fields,
That home was still my joy;
For when, below the North-lights,
The polar winds blew shrill,
Dreams of my loving mother,
Those dear dreams warmed me still.
Amid the clashing icebergs
My whaler rolls to-day,
And keen the Arctic ice-blasts
From the snow-floes round me play;
But fond dreams of another
My thoughts with summer fill;
One, dearer than a mother,
My heart is warming still.
My whaler rolls to-day,
And keen the Arctic ice-blasts
From the snow-floes round me play;
But fond dreams of another
My thoughts with summer fill;
One, dearer than a mother,
My heart is warming still.
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