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126 SEA SONGS. |
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Ah, how their poor hearts fell!
The Mountjoy takes the ground ! Hark to that Irish yell!
What murder's in the sound! Hurrah! a moment dashed
Aground, she 'scapes her doom! Browning, ahead, has crashed
Triumphant through the boom!
He comes to shrieks of joy !
He comes to clasping hands! Ah! where's proud Derry's boy,
As the food his good ship lands? Her Captain hears no more;
He slumbers, death his doom, For her who still tells o'er
How Browning burst the boom. |
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