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The pine trees there were pine enough
For such a man as him ; Not a soul on land, nor one on sea,
Was a'bothering much of Jim. The most contented man on earth,
Or, eke upon the sea, Was that same jack-tar, Marlinspike,
With his banjo on his knee.
Old Crusoe pined for lots of things
When in that selfsame fix; He wanted friendship, home, and such,
To Jim all these were " nix." He'd never known where he was born,
And what's more, didn't care, And friendship he had seemed to think
Was a thing that didn't wear.
Therefore he stayed and gaily played
To whales and little fish; And old Saint Tony never had
A crowd more to his wish. At last one day, his G string broke,
And with that came a pain That broke his heart, for now he thought,
He'd never play again.
So then he pined, from day to day, A sorely troubled soul; |
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