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| 34. The Captain Scarcely did I venture forth On such a miserable day My boat much smaller than a schooner And the skies stormy and gray I left the harbor my sails wide open The wind pushing hard the canvas had no slack The waves soon crashed around And broke my poor vessel’s back A gallant effort I did make To save the passengers and the crew But the decrepit lifeboats broke apart There was nothing we could do Screams filled the air From children, men, and ladies I cursed our Lord and Nautilus too For stealing the lives of babies As captain of my mighty boat I said a final prayer I wished for a speedy passage to the bottom Hoping angels would greet us there |
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