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We've sent our little Cupids all ashore -- / They were frightened, they were tired, they were cold; / Our sails of silk and purple go to store, / And we've cut away our mast of beaten gold. / (Foul weather! ) / Oh 'tis hemp and singing pine for to stand against the brine, / But Love he is the master as of old!
The sea has shorn our galleries away, / The salt has soiled our gilding past remede; / Our paint is flaked and blistered by the spray, / Our sides are half a fathom furred in weed, / (Foul weather! ) / And the doves of Venus fled and the petrels came instead, / But Love he was our master at our need!