SundayNov 24, 2024
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When looks were fond and words were few.
While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast. And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee.
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