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John Masefield - Trade Winds
Work rating: Medium

In the harbour, in the island, in the Spanish Seas, 
Are the tiny white houses and the orange-trees, 
And day-long, night-long, the cool and pleasant breeze 
Of the steady Trade Winds blowing. 

There is the red wine, the nutty Spanish ale, 
The shuffle of the dancers, the old salt`s tale, 
The squeaking fiddle, and the soughing in the sail 
Of the steady Trade Winds blowing. 

And o` nights there`s fire-flies and the yellow moon, 
And in the ghostly palm-trees the sleepy tune 
Of the quiet voice calling me, the long low croon 
Of the steady Trade Winds blowing.
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