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C J Dennis - A Land Shanty
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Sou` sou` east, with the course set fair --
         Heave ho, me hearties!
On the Geelong road we`re cruisin` there --
Seven tars with ne`er a care --
         Heave ho, me hearties!

When up speaks Bill of trouble aft;
But the bos`n grinned and the skipper laughed;
An` `e sez, "We`ll trust the queer ole craft --
         Heave ho, me hearties!"

Stuns`ls, mains`ls, all were set --
         Heave ho, me hearties!
An` the fust mate sez, "We`ll make port yet,
For the seas are smooth, so don`t you fret --
         Heave ho, me hearties!"

But the steersman sez, "I doubt her feel,
For she ain`t responding to the wheel,
An` I got me doubts of `r starboard keel --
         But heave ho, me hearties!"

There weren`t no sea, tho` thegale was stiff --
         Heave ho, me hearties!
When this mad ole, bad ole dry land skiff
Is a total loss in `arf a jiff -
         Heave ho, me hearties!

"Dry land," the skipper sez, sez `e,
"Is a `ard, `ard spot; give me the sea."
An` so in `ospital, sez we --
         With a heave ho, me hearties.
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