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Under all her topsails she trembled like a stag, The wind made a ripple in her bonny red flag; They cheered her from the shore and they cheered her from the pier, And under all her topsails she trembled like a deer.

So she passed swaying, where the green seas run, Her wind-steadied topsails were stately in the sun; There was glitter on the water from her red port light, So she passed swaying, till she was out of sight.

Long and long ago it was, a weary time it is, The bones of her sailor-men are coral plants by this; Coral plants, and shark-weed, and a mermaid's comb, And if the fishers net them they never bring them home.

It's rough on sailors' women. They have to mangle hard And stitch at dungarees till their finger-ends are scarred Thinking of the sailor-men who sang among the crowd, Hoisting of her topsails when she sailed so proud.