The homeport's cliffs are shining
Like cold marble in the dawn
Eastern winds are blowing stronger
Through the hair of these shore's lawn.

And below us sweeps the North Sea
Waving timeless without fears
Men like us swore salty oaths
With its swelling foamy tears.

On Glacial Trails - the course we travel
For amber, ivory and oil
Around the icy reefs we ravel
Poseidon's greed will take its spoil.

Tarry sweat and claims so golden
And the Polar Sea at hand
Thirsty harpoons plunging deeper
As Whale's Blood drops in the sand.

Once we sail a blacker ocean
The last harpoon will be thrown
Deep into the troubled water
When our ship is going down.

Then wrap me in my wet coat
And lay a mussel on my chest
And bury my good iron
Near the hill where I'll once rest.

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