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Steward, who, as we west’ard roll,
Drawest for me the foaming bowl,
And wardest off unfriendly spray
With oilskin-cape, thou shalt not say
“In vain I’ve strawed my favours here.”
I’ll think of thee when port is near!
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With high ideals for hearts and hands,
These ladies sailed for distant lands.
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The premiss of his speech did not
Impress his audience a jot.
They greeted all he said thereafter
With simpers, smiles, and open laughter.