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"Wot! fightin'? " said the sailor man to me (He was wooden-legged and close on eighty-three). "Why, bless 'ee, sir, who knows what fightin' are, When iron pots is classed as men-of-war, And kittles sail the sea without a spar? Such wessels were not seen at Trafalgar."
"Old Nelson! " said the sailor man to me (He was lying like a hatter, I could see). "I was with him when the Frenchies' line we broke, With our wooden ships and sailors' hearts of oak, And the great three-decker's cannon's voice awoke, Every minute as they thundered thro' the smoke."