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THE LAUNCH. |
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Now, now they strike the shores away, And, as away they're struck,
The noble ship
Adown the slip Takes water like a duck ;
No hitch—no stay,
She floats away; How well her work she knows !
And noble work
She will not shirk Where'er the free wind blows.
Good luck to her, where'er she sail; God guard the lass, I say; May never rock Her timbers shock, Or sea sweep spar away ; |
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