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FROM EDINBURGH TO THE ANTARCTIC 
ideal skipper, beloved by his crew, who had died and gone 
to his rest a long time ago. 
Chantie man sings 
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Oh, 
All sing. 
Storm - ie 's gone, 
the good old man. 
Chantie man. 
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Aye, aye, aye, Mis - ter Storm - a - long. Oh, Storm - ie 's gone, that 
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Chantie man : We dug his grave with a golden spade, 
All: Aye, aye, aye, Mister Storm-along; 
Chantie man : His shroud of finest silk was made, 
All : To be with you, Storm-along. 
We lowered him with a silver chain, 
Aye, aye, aye, Mister Storm-along ; 
Our eyes were dim with m6*re than rain, 
To be with you, Storm-along. 
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And now he lies in an earthen bed, 
Aye, aye, aye, Mister Storm-along ; 
Our hearts are sore, our eyes are red, 
To be with you, Storm-along. 
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Old Stormie heard the Angel call, 
Aye, aye, aye, Mister Storm-along ; 
So sing his dirge now one and all, 
To be with you, Storm-along. 
Think of this very slowly chanted, in time to the clank 
of the pump, the waves surging over the decks, sky and 
sea grey, and the wind booming through the shrouds 
