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Bold captain now of ship of war,He shew'd in triumph many a scar;
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In midnight feats of yore,
Or naval fight, yet well I wot,
Some curious marks he bore.
That look'd Gramercy! like the print,
Of lashes given with heavy dint,
Of cat-o-nine tail, or rope's end;
From whose dread smart me heav'n forefend.
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