. Salt-water poems and ballads. a bloody snail! When the rising moon was a copper disc and the sea was a strip of dumped him down to the swaying weeds ten fathom beneath the rough about Bill, the focsle said, well have to stand his wheel. »S FEVER SHIP Therell be no weepin gells ashore when our ship sails,Nor no crews cheerin us, standin at the rails,N no Blue Peter a-foul the royal stay,For weve the Yellow Fever — Harry died to-day. —Its cruel when a focsle gets the fever! N Dick has got the fever-shakes, n look what I was told(I went to get a sack for him to keep him from t
. Salt-water poems and ballads. a bloody snail! When the rising moon was a copper disc and the sea was a strip of dumped him down to the swaying weeds ten fathom beneath the rough about Bill, the focsle said, well have to stand his wheel. »S FEVER SHIP Therell be no weepin gells ashore when our ship sails,Nor no crews cheerin us, standin at the rails,N no Blue Peter a-foul the royal stay,For weve the Yellow Fever — Harry died to-day. —Its cruel when a focsle gets the fever! N Dick has got the fever-shakes, n look what I was told(I went to get a sack for him to keep him from the cold):Sir, can I have a sack? I says, for Dick es fit to , sack be shot! the skipper says, jest let the rotterlie! — Its cruel when a focsle gets the fever! Its a cruel port is Santos, and a hungry land,With rows o graves already dug in yonder strip of sand,N Dick is hollerin up the hatch, e says es goin blue,His pore teeth are chattering, n whats a man to do ? —Its cruel when a focsle gets the fever! i6 i
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