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 All in a hot and copper sky
 * The bloody sun at noon,

Right up above the mast did stand,
 * No bigger than the moon.

Day after day, day after day,
 * We stuck, ne breath ne motion,

As idle as a painted Ship
 * Upon a painted Ocean,

Water, water, every where
 * And all the boards did shrink;

Water, water, every where,
 * Ne any drop to drink.

The very deeps did rot: O Chrit!
 * That ever this should be!

Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
 * Upon the slimy Sea.