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SEA SONGS. 6l |
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And dusky young girls, to the beach, who call us with
laugh, look and smile, And tattooed brown niggers and cabins, all the sights
of a blest South Sea isle ; Was it pleasant, I ask you, to find that our peepers
played dreams and no more ? And such dreams, as we waked up, why, lord! how
they set us alonging for shore !
Cook potted the rooster at last; he was bolted all,
then came a shout From the skipper to Jack at the wheel, " Look, man,
how her head yaws about! " Keep her up to it tight! " then says Jack with a grin
that was all in his eye, " She won't go to windward, you see, anyhow now, and,
captain, for why ? "There's land down to leeward she smells and her
timbers, land-grown, know it's wrong " Not to sight earth again just a bit, just to hug shore
for which they so long ; " Then the skipper sang out and all felt as they hadn't
felt many a day, " Well, head her then for Nukuheva, she'll steer when
she's cruising that way." |
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