[*]Ah, may'st thou perish, ravisher, ere thou
Hast stopped or landed here!
[*]I utter cry of wailing loud and long,
[*]I see them work the prelude of their crimes,
Their crimes of violence.
Ah! ah! Ah me!
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Haste in your flight for help!
The mighty ones are waxing fat and proud,
By sea and land alike intolerable.