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My ship is sound, and wind and tempest proof. Storm and adverse wind, in league, Keep me away from the shore; How long? How should I know it still, When count I keep not any more? I cannot tell the scenes I saw, Nor name the ports I sought to reach; The only scene I long to see, I cannot find my native beach! And now, my friend, come take me home, Give me shelter and give me rest.
Halloho! Kein Zweifel! Sieben Meilen fort Trieb uns der Sturm vom sichern Port. So nah’ dem Ziel nach langer Fahrt, War mir der Streich noch aufgespart! No doubt! Full seven miles away Drove us the storm at break of day So near the port, and to be met By adverse wind ’tis ’nough to fret! Ho! Capitän! Ho! Captain! Am Bord bei Euch, wie steht’s? On deck I am with you. How do things progress?