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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346057" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mermaid I</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AS we lay musing in our beds,<br>So well and so warm at ease,<br>I thought upon those lodging-beds<br>Poor seamen have at seas.<br>Last Easter day, in the morning fair,<br>We was not far from land,<br>Where we spied a mermaid on the rock,<br>With comb and glass in hand.<br>The first came up the mate of our ship,<br>With lead and line in hand,<br>To sound and see how deep we was<br>From any rock or sand.<br>The next came up the boatswain of our ship,<br>With courage stout and bold:<br>‘Stand fast, stand fast, my brave lively lads,<br>Stand fast, my brave hearts of gold!’<br>Our gallant ship is gone to wreck,<br>Which was so lately trimmd;<br>The raging seas has sprung a leak,<br>And the salt water does run in.<br>Our gold and silver, and all our cloths,<br>And all that ever we had,<br>We forced was to heave them overboard,<br>Thinking our lives to save.<br>In all, the number that was on board<br>Was five hundred and sixty-four,<br>And all that ever came alive on shore<br>There was but poor ninety-five.<br>The first bespoke the captain of our ship,<br>And a well-spoke man was he;<br>‘I have a wife in fair Plymouth town,<br>And a widow I fear she must be.’<br>The next bespoke the mate of our ship,<br>And a well-bespoke man was he;<br>‘I have a wife in fair Portsmouth,<br>And a widow I fear she must be.’<br>The next bespoke the boatswain of our ship,<br>And a well-bespoke man was he;<br>‘I have a wife in fair Exeter,<br>And a widow I fear she must be.’<br>The next bespoke the little cabbin-boy,<br>And a well-bespoke boy was he;<br>‘I am as sorry for my mother dear<br>As you are for your wives all three.<br>‘Last night, when the moon shin’d bright,<br>My mother had sons five,<br>But now she may look in the salt seas<br>And find but one alive.’<br>‘Call a boat, call a boat, you little<br>Plymouth boys,<br>Don’t you hear how the trumpet[s] sound?<br>[For] the want of our boat our gallant ship<br>is lost,<br>And the most of our merry men is drownd.’<br>Whilst the raging seas do roar,<br>And the lofty winds do blow,<br>And we poor seamen do lie on the top,<br>Whilst the landmen lies below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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So well and so warm at ease,
I thought upon those lodging-beds
Poor seamen have at seas.
Last Easter day, in the morning fair,
We was not far from land,
Where we spied a mermaid on the rock,
With comb and glass in han..."></div>
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