Are beings that have seen more fire
more fire, than a soul in hell
And have blackened themselves darker than tar
These are not mere mortals
These are those that have defied wind
They have conquered may swells and storms
The music of their soul it seems
Are sounds of escaping steam
And whisles of valves and the rumble of hearth
Of the fire that gobbles oil and coal
Their dance is with forks and shovels
Their grip is like a vice
That even the winter seems paler to
The merry band, as they ply
From port to port, beneath the skies
They fear no storms, they fear no fate
They go forth into the unknows
They bring everyone back home
And to the unsung heroes of yester years
One must sing songs to remember their toil
They are the children of the sea
Their caskets shall never be covered by soil
They are the ones that the sleep on the sea bed
Without a care, staring at the sky from the depths
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