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The Winter Storms.
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Blow! blow! The Winds are so hoarse they cannot blow.Cold, cold! our Teares freeze to Hail, our Spitle to Snow!
The Waves are all up, they swel as they run!
Let them rise and rise,
As high as the skies,
And higher to wash the face of the Sun.
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Port, Port! the Pilot is blinde! Port at the Helm!Yare, yare! For one foot of shore take a whole Realm,
Alee, or we sink! Does no man know to wind he{r}
Less noyse and more room!
We sayl in a Drumme!
Our Sayles are but Wraggs, which Light'ning turns to Tinder.
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Aloof, aloof! Hey, how those Carracks and Ships,Fall foul and are tumbled and driven like Chips?
Our Boatsen, alass, a silly weak Grisle,
For fear to catch cold,
Lies down in the Hould,
We all hear his Sighs, but few hear his Whistle.
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