And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill.

Her plates are scarred by the sun, dear lass,
And her ropes are taut with the dew,
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Her plates are scarred by the sun, dear lass,
And her ropes are taut with the dew,
For we're booming down on the old trail, our own trail, the out
trail,
We're sagging south on the Long Trail, the trail that is always
new.

The wooden wall alone should remain unconquered.

The wooden wall alone should remain unconquered.

It would have been as though he [President Andrew Johnson] were
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It would have been as though he [President Andrew Johnson] were
in a boat of stone with masts of steel, sails of lead, ropes of
iron, the devil at the helm, the wrath of God for a breeze, and
hell for his destination.

The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
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The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes.

For why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?
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For why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?
The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.

She bears her down majestically near,
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.

She bears her down majestically near,
Speed on her prow, and terror in her tier.

A great ship askes deepe waters.
[A great ship asks deep waters.]

A great ship askes deepe waters.
[A great ship asks deep waters.]

And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.

And let our barks across the pathless flood
Hold different courses.