Yankee Captain He bows his head at Sunday prayer, Deep voiced booms each reply; His hymns roll through the Sabbath air, Rebound against the sky. New Bedford born, New England bred, Copper...
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She's creeping slowly up past Quarantine, A shameless, shaggy rover of the sea; A commercial vagrant, dirty and serene, A salty chevalier of beggary. She'll bluster till her anchor clatters...
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