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The Song Book |
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LXXXVIII
THE BAY OF BISCAY |
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Now dash'd upon the billow, Her op'ning timbers creak,
Each fears a wat'ry pillow, None stop the dreadful leak ;
To cling to slipp'ry shrouds
Each breathless seaman crowds,
As she lay, till next day,
In the Bay of Biscay, O I |
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