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The dullest sailer wearing bravely now.

So gaily curl the waves before each dashingprow-

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And oh, ihe lilllc warlike world within!

The well-reev’d guns, the netted canopy,^The hoarse command, the busy humming din,When, at a word, the tops are mann’d on high:Hark to the Boatswain's call, the cheering cry!While through the seaman’s hand the tackleglides;

Or school-boy Midshipman that, standing by.Strains Ws shrill pipe as good or ill betides,And well the docile crew that skilful urchin guides.

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White is the glassy deck, without a stain.Where on the watch the staid Lieutenantwalks :

Look on that part which sacred doth, remainFor the lone chieftain, who majestic stalks.Silent and fear'd by all — not oft he talksWith aught beneath him, if ho would preserveThat strict restraint, which broken, ever balksConquest and Fame: but Britons rarely swerveFrom Law, however stern, which tends theirstrength to nerve,

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