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SEA SONGS. |
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Though work is hard and prog is tough,
Such life the blast blows through us, With song and laugh, through all we rough
That calm and storm bring to us ■ As round your chimney-pots they roar,
The gusts scare you, you tailor, They frighten you, you things ashore ;
They're laughed at by a sailor." |
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