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"I wish, I do—oh, lor!
 * You'd shipped aboard a trader:

Are you a sailor, or
 * A negro serenader?"

But still the stricken cad,
 * Aloft or on his pillow,

Howled forth in accents sad
 * His aggravating "Willow!"

Stern love of duty had
 * Been chiefest beauty—

Says he, "I love that lad,
 * But duty, damme! duty!"