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 None mov'd a joint the wretch to save,

All stood with staring eyes;

Each clasp’d his hands, a groan each gave,

When on a sudden upon a wave,

The Captain once more did rise.

Fearful and terrible was his eyes,

And pale as death was his brow,

And we saw him clasp his hands on high,

And we heard him scream with a terrible cry,

By G-d, Bill’s got me now.

Then down he sunk through the foaming flood,

To hell that worst of havens;

So heaven preserve you, Master good,

From raging storms, and innocent blood,

And meeting with three Ravens.