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Maine Lumberjacks 121
So kindly he requested me
Along with him to go To the burning coast of Africa,
Where the sugar-cane doth grow.
4 We all agreed excepting five,
And these we had to land, Two of them being Boston men,
And two from Newfoundland; The other was an Irishman
Belonging to Trimore. Oh, I wish to God I had joined those men,
And staid with them on shore!
5 "The Flying Cloud'' was as fine a boat
As ever sailed the seas, As ever hoisted a maintopsail
Before a lively breeze; I have ofttimes seen our gallant ship,
As the wind lay abaft her wheel, With the royal and skysail set aloft,
Sail nineteen by the reel.
6 Oh, 'The Flying Cloud" was a Spanish boat,
Of five hundred tons or more; She would outsail any other ship
I ever saw before. Her sails were like the drifting snow,
On them there was no stain; And eighteen brass nine-pounder guns
She carried abaft her main. |
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