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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
!
)
Where
roaring
on
the
ledges
the
summer
ground-swell
rolled
;
I
heard
them
lift
the
chorus
that
drowned
the
breakers
'
song
--
The
Beaches
of
Lukannon
--
two
million
voices
strong
.
The
song
of
pleasant
stations
beside
the
salt
lagoons
,
The
song
of
blowing
squadrons
that
shuffled
down
the
dunes
,
The
song
of
midnight
dances
that
churned
the
sea
to
flame
--
The
Beaches
of
Lukannon
--
before
the
sealers
came
!
I
met
my
mates
in
the
morning
(
I
'll
never
meet
them
more
!
)
;
