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Song of the Danish Sea-King.
Our bark is on the waters deep, our bright blade’s in our hand,
Our birthright is the ocean vast—we scorn the girdled land;
And the hollow wind is our music brave, and none can bolder be
Than the hoarse-tongued tempest raving o’er a proud and swelling sea!
Our bark is dancing on the waves, its tall masts quivering bend
Before the gale, which hails us now with the hollo of a friend ;
And its prow is sheering merrily the upcurled billow’s foam,
While our hearts, with throbbing gladness, cheer old Ocean as our home!
