On the Fly-Leaf of Treasure Island

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It sounds magnificent: but then
Perhaps I am a little old,
To buy a tale of lawless men,
Who scuttle ships and bury gold.

Yet still I love a pirate crew,
Still dote upon a buccaneer;
I'll buy the book, and read it through,
And pass it on to you, my dear.