. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . From the piers extremest post: Strike out, my boy, from the ocean wall;There s danger near the of the drifting dunesIn the nights of the watery moons,Beware of the Maelstroms tideWhen the western wind blows free,Of the rocks of the Skagerrack,Of the shoals of the Cattegat;Strike out for the open sea,Strike out for the open sea ! O pilot! pilot! every rock You know in the ocean wall. No, no, my boy, I only know Where there are no rocks at all,Where there are no rocks at all, my boy, And there no ship is out
. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . From the piers extremest post: Strike out, my boy, from the ocean wall;There s danger near the of the drifting dunesIn the nights of the watery moons,Beware of the Maelstroms tideWhen the western wind blows free,Of the rocks of the Skagerrack,Of the shoals of the Cattegat;Strike out for the open sea,Strike out for the open sea ! O pilot! pilot! every rock You know in the ocean wall. No, no, my boy, I only know Where there are no rocks at all,Where there are no rocks at all, my boy, And there no ship is out, strike out for the open sea ;There s danger near the , I say, of the dunesIn the nights of the watery moons, Beware of the Maelstroms tideWhen the western wind blows free,Of the rocks of the Skagerrack,Of the shoals of the Cattegat;Strike out for the open sea,Strike out for the open sea! Low sunk the trees in the sun-laved seas, And the flash of peaking oarsGrew faint and dim on the sheeny rim Of the harbor-dented shores. lMsP!f :1;|l|ii . , v m. ?It* ?11 ?.? ? ?•.. .? fBKKr WW1 V Jf NORWAY. 3O; And far Faroe in the light lay low,Where rode like a dauntless hostThe white-plumed waves oer the green sea gravesOf the rock-imperilled coast. And 1 thought of the drifting dunesIn the nights of the watery moons, And I thought of the Maelstroms tideWhen the western wind blew free,Of the rocks of the Skagerrack,Of the shoals of the Cattegat,And I steered for the open sea,I steered for the open sea. To far Faroe I sailed away, When bright the summer burned,And I told in the old Norse kirk one day The lesson my heart had the grizzly landvogt said to me : Of strength we may not boast;But ever in life for you and meThere s danger near the think of the drifting dunesIn the nights of the watery moons, And think of the Maelstroms tideWhen the western wind blows free,Of the rocks of the Skagerrack,Of the shoals of the Cattegat;Strike out for the open
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