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214 "To that Fust Lord I'll go
 * And say you love her dearly."

And said (weeping low),
 * "I wish you would, sincerely!"

That sailor to that Lord
 * Went, soon as he had landed,

And of his own accord
 * An interview demanded.

Says he, with seaman's roll,
 * "My Captain (wot's a Tartar),

Guv twelve years' black hole,
 * For lovering your darter.

"He loves
 * (I own she is his betters),

But if you'll jine them twain,
 * They'll free him from his fetters.

"And if so be as how
 * You'll let her come a-board ship,

I'll take her with me now,"—
 * "Get out!" remarked his Lordship.