De La Grande Bibliotheque de Tamriel
A sea chanty of the Long Coast
The sea it rises with a mighty roar
The wind it blows from a distant shore
The waves they speed us on our way
The ship she dances in the spray !
All hands to halyards, hoist away !
Set sails to full and no delay !
The course we set we must sail true
Or sink ourselves in the briny blue !
Look to the port above the beach
Our destination we will reach
For our captain's is a will of steel
Break his trust and you'll kiss the keel !
The sea it settles on the shore
The wind will blow us nevermore
The waves are calm, there is no spray
Our ship sets sail some other day.
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