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Rudyard Kipling - Anchor Song
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Heh!  Walk her round.  Heave, ah, heave her short again!
 Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the pawl.
Loose all sail, and brace your yards back and full —
 Ready jib to pay her off and heave short all!

  Well, ah fare you well; we can stay no more with you, my love —
   Down, set down your liquor and your girl from off your knee;
         For the wind has come to say:
         "You must take me while you may,
      If you`d go to Mother Carey
      (Walk her down to Mother Carey!),
   Oh, we`re bound to Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea!"
 
Heh!  Walk her round.  Break, ah, break it out o` that!
 Break our starboard-bower out, apeak, awash, and clear.
Port — port she casts, with the harbour-mud beneath her foot,
 And that`s the last o` bottom we shall see this year!

  Well, ah, fare you well, for we`ve got to take her out again —
   Take her out in ballast, riding light and cargo-free.
      And it`s time to clear and quit
      When the hawser grips the bitt,
   So we`ll pay you with the foresheet and a promise from the sea!
 
Heh!  Tally on.  Aft and walk away with her!
 Handsome to the cathead, now; O tally on the fall!
Stop, seize and fish, and easy on the davit-guy.
 Up, well up the fluke of her, and inboard haul!

  Well, ah fare you well, for the Channel wind`s took hold of us,
   Choking down our voices as we snatch the gaskets free.
      And it`s blowing up for night,
      And she`s dropping Light on Light,
   And she`s snorting under bonnets for a breath of open sea,
 
Wheel, full and by; but she`ll smell her road alone to-night.
 Sick she is and harbour-sick — O sick to clear the land!
Roll down to Brest with the old Red Ensign over us —
 Carry on and thrash her out with all she`ll stand!

  Well, ah, fare you well, and it`s Ushant slams the door on us,
   Whirling like a windmill through the dirty scud to lee,
         Till the last, last flicker goes
         From the tumbling water-rows,
      And we`re off to Mother Carey
      (Walk her down to Mother Carey!),
   Oh, we`re bound for Mother Carey where she feeds her chicks at sea!
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