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The night was wet an dreary
And the wind from the south west was blowing
And he never knew of danger,
Until he was seated upon a heap of stones.
If the captain may hail home his traces,
And steer eastward a little more
He would avoid all danger
And come safe on the sandbag shores.
American beef and bacon
And tea from East India shore,
And you'd hear the women stating,
And lamenting their Christmas store.(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.