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Yes, I and the sea are one,
Have been one since I first drew breath, Shall be one till my days are done,
Till I find, in those waters, death.
You see, to such folks as I
The sea is always a mate, From the day it first hears us cry,
Till it hushes us, soon or late.
To you, I know, all is strange
Down here in our brown old port,
Where our lives know never a change, All that pleases folks of your sort.