It was the closing of the year
When the last blue skies tantalised
Our faltering hopes surmised
That this was the day -
We, unbidden, set foot in your home
The one you set out in, the world to roam;
Far from Pacific or azure seas
When the sweet free spume
Cleaned your face with it's salty broom
And told you this was the day -
Your safety and sanctuary as one
A steady deck to rely upon;
And now, these years later
We, in awe, bring you our gift
Though the bow we cannot lift
We can see this is the day -
This is the chance we gladly took
To share our hearts with the Duke.
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