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"Tis a woeful yarn," said the sailor man bold / Who had sailed the northern-lakes -- / "No woefuler one has ever been told / Exceptin' them called 'fakes."
"Go on, thou son of the wind and fog, / For I burn to know the worst!" / But his silent lip in a glass of grog / Was dreamily immersed.