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Rh Felt her hog and felt her sag, betted when she'd break;
 * Wondered every time she raced if she'd stand the shock;

Heard the seas like drunken men pounding at her strake;
 * Hoped the Lord 'ud keep his thumb on the plummer-block.


 * Banged against the iron decks, bilges choked with coal;
 * Flayed and frozen foot and hand, sick of heart and soul;
 * Last we prayed she'd buck herself into Judgment Day—
 * Hi! we cursed the Bolivar knocking round the Bay!

O her nose flung up to sky, groaning to be still—
 * Up and down and back we went, never time for breath;

Then the money paid at Lloyd's caught her by the keel,
 * And the stars ran round and round dancin' at our death!


 * Aching for an hour's sleep, dozing off between;
 * 'Heard the rotten rivets draw when she took it green;
 * Watched the compass chase its tail like a cat at play—
 * That was on the Bolivar, south across the Bay!

Once we saw between the squalls, lyin' head to swell—
 * Mad with work and weariness, wishin' they was we—

Some damned Liner's lights go by like a long hotel;
 * 'Cheered her from the Bolivar swampin' in the sea.


 * Then a grayback cleared us out, then the skipper laughed;
 * "Boys, the wheel has gone to Hell—rig the winches aft!
 * "Yoke the kicking rudder-head—get her under way!"
 * So we steered her, pulley-haul, out across the Bay!

Just a pack o' rotten plates puttied up with tar, In we came, an' time enough, 'cross Bilbao Bar. Overloaded, undermanned, meant to founder, we Euchred God Almighty's storm, bluffed the Eternal Sea!