A long pull for Stavanger ! Oh , hear the benches creak and strain ! -LRB- A long pull for Stavanger ! -RRB- She thinks she smells the Northland rain ! -LRB- A long pull for Stavanger ! -RRB- She thinks she smells the Northland snow , And she 's as glad as we to go . She thinks she smells the Northland rime , And the dear dark nights of winter-time . Her very bolts are sick for shore , And we -- we want it ten times more ! So all you Gods that love brave men , Send us a three-reef gale again ! Send us a gale , and watch us come , With close-cropped canvas slashing home ! But -- there 's no wind in all these seas . A long pull for Stavanger ! So we must wake the white-ash breeze , A long pull for Stavanger ! OLD MEN AT PEVENSEY ` It has naught to do with apes or Devils , ` Sir Richard went on , in an undertone . ` It concerns De Aquila , than whom there was never bolder nor craftier , nor more hardy knight born . And remember he was an old , old man at that time . ' ` When ? ' said Dan . ` When we came back from sailing with Witta . ' ` What did you do with your gold ? '
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Aquila Dan Devils Northland PEVENSEY Richard Stavanger Witta apes undertone