THE ROPE LAID UP.
"The captain is walking his quarter-deck
With a troubled brow and a bended neck;
One eye is down the hatchway cast,
The other turns up to the truck on the mast."
"The breeze is blowing––huzza, huzza!
The breeze is blowing––away, away!
The breeze is blowing––a race, a race!
The breeze is blowing––we near the
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