Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer!
  List, ye landsmen, all to me,
Messmates, hear a brother sailor
  Sing the dangers of the sea;

From bounding billows, first in motion,
  When the distant whirlwinds rise,
To the tempest-troubled ocean,
  Where the seas contend with skies.

Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling,
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