I heard wordOf bellied sailclothCreak of oarsAnd gold in Eastland.Then I smelledA smell rememberedSalt of sprayAnd blackpitched boats keel.

I heard word
Of bellied sailcloth
Creak of oars
And gold in Eastland.
Then I smelled
A smell remembered
Salt of spray
And blackpitched boats keel.
Frans G. Bengtsson

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Mulled ale for the frozen man
And mulled ale for the weary
For mulled ale is the bodys friend
And makes the sick heart merry.
- Frans G. Bengtsson

I heard wordOf bellied sailclothCreak of oarsAnd gold in Eastland.Then I smelledA smell rememberedSalt of sprayAnd blackpitched boats keel. Frans G. Bengtsson

I heard word
Of bellied sailcloth
Creak of oars
And gold in Eastland.
Then I smelled
A smell remembered
Salt of spray
And blackpitched boats keel.
Frans G. Bengtsson