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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408908" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Seabolt's Volunteers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They towed the Seabolt down the stream,<br>And through the harbour’s mouth;<br>She spread her wings and sailed away<br>To seek the sunny South.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, ah! she met with storm on storm<br>Ere half her course had run;<br>And all her masts were torn away,<br>And all her boats save one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The good old ship had settled far<br>Beneath her cargo line,<br>Her riven sides were drinking deep<br>The draughts of ocean brine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There gathered round the only boat<br>The women pale with fear,<br>And trembling little ones, who clung<br>To those who held them dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then spoke the captain, brave and true,<br>His voice rose o’er the roar;<br>“The boat will save us all but five,<br>She cannot float with more!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And backward from the side he stepped—<br>(He had been born at sea)<br>“Now who will seek in ocean’s depths<br>A sailor’s grave with me?”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up there stepped a merchant stout,<br>His face was brown and tan:<br>“I’ll volunteer to stay on board,<br>For I’m an Englishman!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then spoke a gallant gentleman,<br>A lover of romance:<br>“Remain I for the ladies’ sake,<br>For I’m a son of France!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And next there spoke a Highlander:<br>“Go search the wide world round,<br>You’ll find no spot where on the earth<br>A Scotsman is not found!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then there spoke a lad to whom<br>Killarney’s lakes were dear:<br>“It won’t be said that Ireland found<br>No place of honour here!”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The boat pushed from the vessel’s side<br>Amid the ringing cheers;<br>And now beneath Old Ocean sleep<br>The Seabolt’s volunteers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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And through the harbour’s mouth;
She spread her wings and sailed away
To seek the sunny South.

But, ah! she met with storm on storm
Ere half her course had run;
And all her masts were torn away,
And all h..."></div>
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