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How still lies the bay in the light western airs,
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Which blow from the crimson horizon;
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Once more we tack home with a dry empty hold,
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Saving gas with the breezes so fair.
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She's a kindly Cape Islander, old but still sound,
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But so lost in the longliner's shadow;
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Make and break and make do, but the fish are so few,
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That she won't be replaced should she flounder.
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In Make And Break Harbour the boats are so few,
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Too many are pulled up and rotten;
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Most houses stand empty, old nets hung to dry
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Are blown away, lost and forgotten.
