The smell of diesel fuel, calls to me once more,
Now I must take off for a far distant shore,
When it's in your blood and in your heart,
All thats left is to make the start,
The rush of air to the piston's face,
And the flywheel's turn sets your heart a-race
When ten thousand horsepower rumbles to life,
You can say farewell to a world of strife,
As she points her bow to the open sea,
With Chebucto Head upon your lee
It spells catharsis for the soul,
As she passes the buoy on Ive's Knoll,
A lone gull swoops with haunting wail,
As she passes out by the Neverfail,
Out to where the sea rolls free,
And offers solace to you and me,
Where the bond of danger is stronger than blood,
To those that sail on the tides wild flood,
Three score and eleven and still the call,
Rings loudly in my heart withall.
Ever the call to go once more,
Far from kin and native shore,
After the trip is past and spent,
I'll ruminate and be glad I went,
Maybe when I'm eighty- three,
Mistress Sea may set me free !
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