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Ia war-ship well constructed Am decaying in the harbor Never having sailed to conquest; Worms are gnawing at my vitals 640 In my hull their dwelling-places And ill-omened birds of heaven Build their nests within my rigging; Frogs and lizards of the forest Play about my oars and rudder; Three times better for this vessel Were he but a valley birch-tree Or an aspen on the heather With the squirrels in his branches And the dogs beneath them barking tunisha mbt yilai: uggs outlet christian louboutin outlet heretheprince'sblushesredoubled! Wainamoinenold and faithfull Thus addressed the ship at anchor: Weep no morethou goodly vessel Man-of-warno longer murmur; Thou shalt sail to Sariola Sing the war-songs of the Northland Sail with us to deadly combat. Wert thou built by the Creator Thou canst sail the roughest waters Sidewise journey o'er the ocean; Dost not need the hand to touch thee Dost not need the foot to turn thee Needing nothing to propel thee. Thus the weeping boat made answer: Cannot sail without assistance Neither can my brother-vessels Sail unaided o'er the waters Sail across the waves undriven. Spake the ancient Wainamoinen: Should I lead thee to the broad-sea Wilt thou journey north unaided 641 Sa |
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