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This is the great deep-sea song that all the St. Paul seals sing when they are heading back to their beaches in the summer. It is a sort of very sad seal National Anthem.
I met my mates in the morning (and, oh, but I am old!)
The song of pleasant stations beside the salt lagoons,
I met my mates in the morning (I'll never meet them more!);
The Beaches of Lukannon--the winter wheat so tall--
I met my mates in the morning, a broken, scattered band.
Wheel down, wheel down to southward; oh, Gooverooska, go!
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