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MUTINEER'S SONG OF TAHITI.
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[The reader need not be reminded of the tragedy of Christian and his comrades, better known, perhaps, through the poem of Byron, than by the narrative of Captain Bligh.]
Now spread the sail for ocean's joys,
At last our souls are free—
Tahiti's charms are ours, my boys,
Tahiti soon will be:
Its women, glowing as the sun,
That wait us wild and warm,
With eyes and hearts already won,
Fond heart and blooming form.
At last our souls are free—
Tahiti's charms are ours, my boys,
Tahiti soon will be:
Its women, glowing as the sun,
That wait us wild and warm,
With eyes and hearts already won,
Fond heart and blooming form.
The gem on ocean's breast, my boys,
Tahiti's balmy clime,
Persuades us far from Europe's noise,
Its tyranny and crime;
We fly to placid waters,
Fair fruits and sunny groves,
The young world's virgin daughters,
That look a thousand loves.
Tahiti's balmy clime,
Persuades us far from Europe's noise,
Its tyranny and crime;
We fly to placid waters,
Fair fruits and sunny groves,
The young world's virgin daughters,
That look a thousand loves.
Ho! for that clime of tropic joys!
Tahiti's breeze blows fair,
And on its pinions fleet, my boys,
We soon shall revel there!
Done then shall be the toils of sea;
Unvex'd by tyrant powers,
We'll win a realm where love is free,
That island home of ours!
Tahiti's breeze blows fair,
And on its pinions fleet, my boys,
We soon shall revel there!
Done then shall be the toils of sea;
Unvex'd by tyrant powers,
We'll win a realm where love is free,
That island home of ours!
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