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The Song Book
LXXIX |
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THEN FAREWELL MY TRIM-BUILT WHERRY |
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But to hone and peace a stranger,
In the battle's heat I'll go, "Where, expos'd to ev'ry danger,
Some friendly ball may lay me low. Then mayhap, when, homeward steering
With the news, my messmates come, Even you, the story hearing,
With a sigh may cry, " Poor Tom ! "
The Words and Tune by Dibdin. |
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