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Mine is a body that should die at sea!
And have for a grave, instead of a grave
Six feet deep and the length of me, / All the water that is under the wave!
And terrible fishes to seize my flesh, / Such as a living man might fear, / And eat me while I am firm and fresh, -- / Not wait till I've been dead for a year!