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THE BALLAD OF
Leaking like a lobster-pot, steering like a dray—
Out we took the ‘Bolivar,’ out across the Bay!
Out we took the ‘Bolivar,’ out across the Bay!
One by one the Lights came up, winked and let us by;
Mile by mile we waddled on, coal and fo’c’sle short;
Met a blow that laid us down, heard a bulkhead fly;
Left the Wolf behind us with a two foot-list to port.
Mile by mile we waddled on, coal and fo’c’sle short;
Met a blow that laid us down, heard a bulkhead fly;
Left the Wolf behind us with a two foot-list to port.
Trailing like a wounded duck, working out her soul;
Clanging like a smithy-shop after every roll;
Just a funnel and a mast lurching through the spray—
So we threshed the ‘Bolivar’ out across the Bay!
Clanging like a smithy-shop after every roll;
Just a funnel and a mast lurching through the spray—
So we threshed the ‘Bolivar’ out across the Bay!
Felt her hog and felt her sag, betted when she’d break;
Wondered every time she raced if she’d stand the shock;
Wondered every time she raced if she’d stand the shock;
