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(Words and Music : Alf Davies)
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Bass Strait wind, it blows from the south Ice on the eyebrow, salt in the mouth I wonder if we'll ever see Franklin in one piece (We are the Straitsmen) White-cap leaping, crash on the bow Night is approaching, the sea is in cloud I wonder if the nightmare of darkness will ever cease (We are the Straitsmen) |
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Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman |
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Working from daylight, spreading the net Far from the inlet, further south yet Antarctic lies sleeping, waiting to throw you something new (To throw at the Straitsmen) Heading for home now, moon on the wax Franklin in sight, the Strait at our backs The inlet a pond, so easy forgetting what we went through (We are the Straitsmen) |
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Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman Together they stand, Straitsman, Straitsman Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman, Straitsman |
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