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SEA SONGS. |
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Then, at night, with some tattooed chief, With a torch, wade off to a reef;
Through the waves so clear, If you're neat with the spear, Some fish you may bring to grief.
Talk of home-life just as you please ;
Do any know here the ease
That I, mate, have known Down South there alone
In those isles of the tropic seas. |
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