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SEA SONGS. |
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A swan, in a calm, she'll lie,
Looking down in her green sea glass At her form that she loves to eye,
For she's vain, is our dainty lass ; The fins round our beauty swarm •
The gulls, near her, love to float; For pleasant to all's the form
Of our beauty, our good tight boat; She's perfect from flag to keel;
Where's the one that, our lass, can whip? Safe in her, as ashore, you feel ;
Then, " Here's to our peerless ship." |
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