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THE LAUNCH.
Now, now they strike the shores away,
And, as away they're struck,
The noble ship
Adown the slip
Takes water like a duck;
No hitch—no stay,
She floats away;
How well her work she knows!
And noble work
She will not shirk
Where'er the free wind blows.
And, as away they're struck,
The noble ship
Adown the slip
Takes water like a duck;
No hitch—no stay,
She floats away;
How well her work she knows!
And noble work
She will not shirk
Where'er the free wind blows.
Good luck to her, where'er she sail;
God guard the lass, I say;
May never rock
Her timbers shock,
Or sea sweep spar away;
Oh! may the wave
Ne'er be her grave,
Winds waft her round the world,
Still, still to work
And never shirk
Till, in port, her sails are furled.
God guard the lass, I say;
May never rock
Her timbers shock,
Or sea sweep spar away;
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Ne'er be her grave,
Winds waft her round the world,
Still, still to work
And never shirk
Till, in port, her sails are furled.
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