Seamen.
Empty and silent, the hallways ahoy!
We come ashore through the empty, the vague,
We approach.
As stable as cradles we will ever rock
The sea, the sea, we’ll conquer the sea.
Come in peace, no arrest will manifest ‘til you wait
For seamen, seamen,
Seamen everywhere.
On the floor there was more than thin air
There were mist,
Or gas, my steam,
That ever gleams; atmosphere.
With the slot on my ship,
She loves the long deck:
And with it we’ll conquer and fill
The beach with the plague,
The empty, the vague,
With seamen, seamen,
Seamen everywhere.
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