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Death on the ice is the ultimate price,
That a sealer might have to pay;
The pain and the cold gripping body and soul,
Is the price he pays each day.
The ice and the snow and the cold winds that blow,
Chilling both body and mind;
With pockets of blue that are hidden from view,
That can claim you any time.
On that crystallized plain, that twisted terrain,
That heaves with the strain of under-lying swell;
How it moans and groans but never atones,
Or gives up the bones from that liquefied hell.
Death and despair how it lurks everywhere,
Never knowing when one might die;
With one little slip and one icy dip,
With no chance to say good-bye.
The wind and the rain numbing body and brain,
And the cold turns you to ice;
The rewards are small, often nothing at all,
With death the ultimate price.
On that crystallized plain, that twisted terrain,
That heaves with the strain of under-lying swell;
How it moans and groans but never atones,
Or gives up the bones from that liquefied hell.
