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SEA SONGS. |
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Or else, at such dull work as this, men wouldn't sure
be found; But, Ned, lad, Lord ! what ninnies these City swells
must be! Why don't they—hang their offices and take a turn at
sea ?
Slugs love a foot of garden-ground; sea-leagues your
swallows fly; Well, as we're free to roam the world, let's box about,
say I; North and south, and east and west, all ways, I've
cruised it, round and round, With always something fresh to see, wherever I was
bound ; What sights it has of shores and seas as round the
world you roll! What lazy calms upon the line—what ice-floes at the
Pole! Why, as from port to port you trade, no cruise but
brings its change; No land or clime but shows your eyes some queer
things new and strange ; Men, women, savages, and such, and unknown seas
and skies; Odd fish you see down ocean, then some new bird
past you flies; |
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