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 ��THE FLEETS

Are you out with the fleets through the long, dark night, Admiral Drake? Are you keeping watch, when with never a light They patrol the seas and wait for a fight ?

In that far South Sea were you standing by.

Admiral Drake? Did your masthead catch that wireless cry ? Did vou in sorrow watch them die?

Once more at the guns do your gunners strain.

Admiral Drake ? Do their voices ring o'er the decks again, "Have at them, boys !" in the old refrain?

^^^len the shining death leaps through the wave,

Admiral Drake, Are your boats all out in a rush to save ? Do you stand to salute the death of the brave ?

Are there others out on the heaving blue. Admiral Drake?

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