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25
FLAG OF THE WRECK.
Under the white cliff
Moulders the wreck,
See, the huge top-mast
Lies on the deck;
Ne'er shall its white wings
Hover again,
Like a wild sea-bird
Over the main.
Moulders the wreck,
See, the huge top-mast
Lies on the deck;
Ne'er shall its white wings
Hover again,
Like a wild sea-bird
Over the main.
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Torn is the banner
Blood-red and blue;—
Where is the captain?
Where are the crew?
Hush'd are their passions,
Calm is their sleep,
Under the billows
Five fathom deep.
Blood-red and blue;—
Where is the captain?
Where are the crew?
Hush'd are their passions,
Calm is their sleep,
Under the billows
Five fathom deep.
Desperate beings,
Reckless as brave!
Ocean—your war-field,
Now is your grave!
Tempests have riven
Topmast and deck,
Sea-weed flaunts o'er them,
Flag of the Wreck!
Reckless as brave!
Ocean—your war-field,
Now is your grave!
Tempests have riven
Topmast and deck,
Sea-weed flaunts o'er them,
Flag of the Wreck!
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