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Rh I'll be content with my fountain, I'll drink from my own well,

And the wife of my youth shall charm me—an' the rest can go to Hell!

(Dickie, he will, that's certain.) I'll lie in our standin'-bed,

An' Mac'll take her in ballast—an' she trims best by the head. . ..

Down by the head an' sinkin', her fires are drawn and cold,

And the water's splashin' hollow on the skin of the empty hold—

Churning an' choking and chuckling, quiet and scummy and dark—

Full to her lower hatches and risin' steady. Hark!

That was the after-bulkhead. . . . She's flooded from stem to stern. . ..

Never seen death yet, Dickie? . . . Well, now is your time to learn!