Poems of Action: A Collection of Verse for YouthDavid Richard Porter Association Press, 1911 - 259 ページ |
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... Low - lands low . To the captain then upspake the little cabin - boy , He said , ' What is my fee , if the galley I destroy ? The Spanish Ga - la - lee , if no more it shall annoy , As you sail by the Low - lands low . ' ' Of silver and ...
... Low - lands low . To the captain then upspake the little cabin - boy , He said , ' What is my fee , if the galley I destroy ? The Spanish Ga - la - lee , if no more it shall annoy , As you sail by the Low - lands low . ' ' Of silver and ...
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... Low - lands low . ' Then the cabin - boy did swim all to the starboard side , Saying , Messmates , take me in , I am drifting with the " tide ! ' Then they laid him on the deck , and he closed his eyes and died , As they sailed by the ...
... Low - lands low . ' Then the cabin - boy did swim all to the starboard side , Saying , Messmates , take me in , I am drifting with the " tide ! ' Then they laid him on the deck , and he closed his eyes and died , As they sailed by the ...
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