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I saw a ship a-sailing, a-sailing, a-sailing, With emeralds and rubies and sapphires in her hold; And a bosun in a blue coat bawling at the railing, Piping through a silver call that had a chain of gold; The summer wind was failing and the tall ship rolled. I saw a ship a-steering, a-steering, a-steering, With roses in red thread worked up in her sails; With sacks of purple amethysts, the spoils of buccaneering, Skins and musky yellow wine, and silks in bales, Her merry men were cheering, hauling on the brails. |