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Maine Lumberjacks 117
4 I served my master faithfully
For eighteen months or more, When I shipped on board the Ocean Queen Bound to Bermuda shore.
5 When I arrived at Bermuda shore
I met with Captain Moore, The commander of the Flying Cloud, Belonging to Trimore.
6 So kindly he requested me
On a slaving voyage to go, To the burning sands of Africa, Where the sugar cane doth grow.
7 We all agreed, excepting five,
And those we had to land, Two of them being Boston men And two from Newfoundland.
8 The other was an Irishman,
Belonging to Trimore, Oh, I wish to God I had joined those men And returned with them on shore.
9 The Flying Cloud was as fine a ship
As ever swam the seas. Or ever hoisted a main topsail Before a lively breeze.
10 I have oftentimes seen our gallant ship As the wind lay abaft her wheel, With the royal and the skysail set aloft, Sail nineteen by the reel. |
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