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1 " When my gunnel's worn wi raspin nets,and my sides are white we salt,when my ropes unlay wi haulinand my steerin's aa at fault;when my seams are chinked and strakes are crushed,and the decks are tramped tae spales,when the length o me is stertedwi hammerin intae gales,when my motor scarce can drive mefrom off some wild sea-shore,then anchor me in Tarbert,gie me chain. And no aforeaa the points o Scotlandwi their wheelin lights in turnI've raised them bright ahead,and I've sunk then las astern,scourin by the heidlandswhere new lights burn. "
― George Campbell Hay , Seeker, Reaper
