. St. Nicholas [serial] . As we sails upon our course,We aint of recent been actin decent,An we has what you calls remorse. an we has what you calls remorse. An all of a sudden we quarly grows, A-achin each other to strike;There was two begin it, then more comes in it. An soon it is genral-like. A fight as lasted three days an nights, An as bad as ever I see,Not once a-stoppin, an men a-droppin, Till all that was left was me!.

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