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 NAVAl, From the maneck to the quarter, Strew'd h limbs, an wet wth Poor Tom H, ale an Cw!' where is ae n o "0 my noble t, tell re I'm borne a  away; Hae I done a. an,an's dty, "Tell a yn  ty, 'For my life  fiting f, Have I done a il's dy, Can they aught my 'ry blot?" " brave Tom," raplied the "Thou a ilor's t ht , I mvem thy woun with sow-- Wods b wch our glory's on." �' a, my captain, life is ebbi Fast from this dp wounded he, Yet, O grant me little favor Em l from th world dep: Bid me kind and ty ilor, Wh I'm numr'd with t d, For my true and nstant Cath'ne, Cut a lock from t r he. "Bid m to my Cath'ne it, 8ayi, her's alone I die; Kate will keep ihe mof pmnt, And mbalm it with a sigh. Bid him, too, this letter bear her, Which I've nn'd with parting breath, Kate will nder on the writing, When the hd  !d in death." "That I w,*' Ued t ptn, "And  ever Cath'rine's end; 141

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