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Rh "Twelve years blackhole, I say,
 * Where daylight never flashes;

And always twice a day
 * Five hundred thousand lashes!"

But had a mate,
 * A sailor stout and lusty,

A man of low estate,
 * But singularly trusty.



Says he, "Cheer hup, young !
 * I'll tell you what I'm arter,

To that Fust Lord I'll go
 * And ax him for his darter.