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A SONG FROM THE SEA-PORTS.
What's murder? Killing men ashore—that's murder,
well we know ; And killing babes and women too on land is reckoned
so. On land you musn't stop a breath with water, gun, or
knife; You're judged to die a murderer if ashore you take a
life. In the good of hanging murderers ashore they all agree • But the hangman has no rope for those who murder
men at sea.
We've often talked it over, but we've no difference
found Twixt murderers by whom men are stabbed and those
by whom they're drowned ;