"Shout three times three, like Ocean's surges, Join, brothers, join, the toast with me; Here's to the wind of life, which urges The ship with swelling waves o'er sea!" "Masters, I can not spin a yarn Twice laid with words of silken stuff. A fact's a fact; and ye may larn The rights o' this, though wild and rough My words may loom. 'Tis your consarn, Not mine, to understand. Enough--"…
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