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A cooling plunge at the break of day,
    A paddle, a row, or sail,
With always a fish for a mid-day dish,
    And plenty of Adam's ale.
With rod or gun, or in hammock swung,
    We glide through the pleasant days;
When darkness falls on our canvas walls,
    We kindle the camp-fire's blaze.

From out the gloom sails the silv'ry moon,
    O'er forests dark and still,
Now far, now near, ever sad and clear,
    Comes the plaint of whip-poor-will;
With song and laugh, and with kindly chaff,
    We startle the birds above,
Then rest tired heads on our cedar beds,
    To dream of the ones we love.