` He wrote , ' said Sir Richard . ` Is the tale meet for children , think you ? ' He looked at Puck ; but ` Tell us ! Tell us ! ' cried Dan and Una together . THORKILD 'S SONG There 's no wind along these seas , Out oars for Stavanger ! Forward all for Stavanger ! So we must wake the white-ash breeze , Let fall for Stavanger ! 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 XXXXX !
Dan Northland Puck Richard SONG Sir Stavanger THORKILD Una nights