Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.
Thorkilds Song
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Out oars for Stavanger!
Forward all for Stavanger!
So we must wake the white-ash breeze,
Let fall for Stavanger!
A long pull for Stavanger!
(A long pull for Stavanger!)
She thinks she smells the Northland rain!
(A long pull for Stavanger!)
And she’s as glad as we to go.
And the dear dark nights of winter-time.
To shift her sails and standing gear.
To strip herself and go to bed.
And we—we want it ten times more!
Send us a three-reef gale again!
With close-cropped canvas slashing home!
A long pull for Stavanger!
So we must wake the white-ash breeze,
A long pull for Stavanger!