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A  RACE  FOR  LIFE.

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                                      TT  (j I.'X  i.n  heard  At  the  dead  o(  night-—
                                     ^TJL         “ Lifeboat  ready!"
                                          And  every man,  to  the signal true,
                                     Fights for place  in  the  eager crew;
                                            ir Now,  lads !  steadv.”
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                                     First a  glance  at the  shLieclering  foam,
                                     Mow  a  look  at  the  loving home,
                                     Ti'.c’i  together,  with  bated  breath,
                                     riicv  UiiMidi  their  boat in  the gulf  of  death.
                                             Over the "breakers  wild.
                                             Little they  reek  of  weather,
                                             Ibt  fear til dr way
                                            Through  blinding spray.
                                             Hear  the  skipper  eheer and  say!
                                            “ Up with  her,  lads,  and  lift her I
                                            All  together!"
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                                     They  see the  ship  in  a  sudden flash
                                            Sinking  ever,
                                     And  grip  their  oar?;  with  a  deeper breatit,
                                     Now it\5 come to  a fight with  death,
                                            Now  or  never!
                                     Fifty  strokes,  and  they're it her sids,
                                     I f  they  live in  the  boiling tide,
                                     If  they last through  the awful  si.rife.
                                     Ah,  my  lads,  it's  a  race for  life!
                                            Over the breakers  wild,
                                            Little  they  reek  of  weather,
                                            JJut tear the  way
                                            Through  blinding spray.
                                            Hear  the  shipper cheer  and say
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