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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!
Quack! Quack! Quack!With a toorooloo whack;
Hack away, merry men, hack away.
Who would not die brave,
His ear smote by a stave?
Thwack away, merry men, thwack away!
'Tis glory that calls,
To each hero that falls,
Hack away, merry men, hack away!
Quack! Quack! Quack!
Quack! Quack!
Quack!
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |