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Now I live just my father's life ;
From those waters I trawl my bread ; Now in calm, now with squalls at strife,
I shall toil till I join the dead.
Shall I die in my bed like you?
Shall I slumber beneath the sod ? As my fathers did, I must do,
Work, and leave all the rest to God. |
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