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--They write here one Cornelius--Son
Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel
To swim the haven at read more
--They write here one Cornelius--Son
Hath made the Hollanders an invisible eel
To swim the haven at Dunkirk, and sink all
The shipping there.
--But how is't done?
--I'll show you, sir.
It is automa, runs under water
With a snug nose, and has a nimble tail
Made like an auger, with which tail she wriggles
Betwixt the costs of a ship and sinks it straight.
Soon shall thy arm, unconquered steam, afar
Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;
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Soon shall thy arm, unconquered steam, afar
Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;
Or on wide waving wings expanded bear
The flying chariot through the fields of air.
Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.
Skill'd in the globe and sphere, he gravely stands,
And, with his compass, measures seas and lands.
Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail--
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well--
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Well, then--our course is chosen--spread the sail--
Heave oft the lead, and mark the soundings well--
Look to the helm, good master--many a shoal
Marks this stern coast, and rocks, where sits the Siren
Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.
How Bishop Aiden foretold to certain seamen a storm that would
happen, and gave them some holy oil to read more
How Bishop Aiden foretold to certain seamen a storm that would
happen, and gave them some holy oil to lay it.
Yet the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor
and other tackle.
Yet the best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor
and other tackle.
Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
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Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo'sun tight and a midshipmite
And the crew of the captain's gig.
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.
Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam,
Where the shrill winds whistle free.
For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.
For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.