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The sea's grown calm, Just two days out, Finally, The ice is in our wake, We're thinking of a Run ashore, We've earned it, Six days through The sea smoke, Fog, Ice bergs, Bergy bits, Growlers, All the usual debris Of travel in these parts, Now the only debris, Pods of whales, Folks pay to see them, We get paid to see 'em, Sort of, It's been a long cruise, But still, We are getting paid, In the morning, We'll give the ship A bath, And get ready for A real reward, There's got to be Some reward, For vigilance, And boredom All across the pond, And there is a reward, There'll be Newfie merchants On the jetty, Bringing to us, Barrels of... Lobsters, They don't have much, In Newfie Land, But lobsters they've got, An over supply, We'll bring 'em home, Steamed and frozen, Ready to eat, And while we're here,
Perhaps a little beer, A reward for not hitting A single whale, Let's keep the Navigator sober, Insurance that he miss Sable Island, On the next leg south, After all, It's the last leg home. And so, St. John's, Not a garden spot, But good enough, To be the last stop.
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Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
En Route St. John's
The sea's grown calm, Just two days out, Finally, The ice is in our wake, We're thinking of a Run ashore, We've earned it, Six days through The sea smoke, Fog, Ice bergs, Bergy bits, Growlers, All the usual debris Of travel in these parts, Now the only debris, Pods of whales, Folks pay to see them, We get paid to see 'em, Sort of, It's been a long cruise, But still, We are getting paid, In the morning, We'll give the ship A bath, And get ready for A real reward, There's got to be Some reward, For vigilance, And boredom All across the pond, And there is a reward, There'll be Newfie merchants On the jetty, Bringing to us, Barrels of... Lobsters, They don't have much, In Newfie Land, But lobsters they've got, An over supply, We'll bring 'em home, Steamed and frozen, Ready to eat, And while we're here,
Perhaps a little beer, A reward for not hitting A single whale, Let's keep the Navigator sober, Insurance that he miss Sable Island, On the next leg south, After all, It's the last leg home. And so, St. John's, Not a garden spot, But good enough, To be the last stop.
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Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 10:36 PM UTC
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