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74 His comrades these; his foe is ours, the foe of law and right,

The stealthy, murderous German "fish," that prowls and kills by night;

And none may sink him where he swims, flouting God's age-built plan,

None but the guardian of us all, the rolling sailor-man.

His hands are often cruel cold; his heart is oftener warm,

For in its depths he knows 'tis he that shields the world from harm;

Because I know it too, my heart beats warmer when I meet

A blue-clad sailor-man adrift, on shore-leave from the fleet.

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