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 Rattle of block and sheet-- "Ready about-stand by!" Shall I ask them a fee ere they fetch the quay? (Shoal! 'Ware shoal!)  Not I!

I dip and I surge and I swing In the rip of the racing tide, By the gates of doom I sing, On the horns of death I ride. A ship-length overside, Between the course and the sand, Fretted and bound I bide Peril whereof I cry. Would I change with my brother a league inland? (Shoal! 'Ware shoal!)  Not I!

ERE is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, "Many feet have worn it and the road is old indeed. "It is the King—the King we schooled aforetime!" (Trumpets in the marshes—in the eyot at Runnymede !)

"Here is neither haste, nor hate, nor anger," peal the Trumpets, "Pardon for his penitence or pity for his fall. "It is the King !"-inexorable Trumpets- (Trumpets round the scaffold at the dawning by Whitehall!)