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To those who venture on the sea
Who ply their trade upon the deep
They sail within fates countenance
And pray their gentle lives to keep

And should I be beset by gale
Let me not drink the bitterest cup
Yet if the wind and waves prevail
Let not the deep swallow me up
Let not the deep swallow me up

When the call for rescue comes
From those in peril on this day
No matter how the storms may roll
We cannot turn our heads away

We must go where we are called
Through wind and rain, through wave and foam
'Tis not for glory nor for gold
We bring poor sailors safely home

We are like leaves upon the wind
We are but men in love with life
We are as feared as any man
To venture 'gainst the ocean's strife