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That night, when through the mooring-chains / The wide-eyed corpse rolled free, / To blunder down by Garden Reach / And rot at Kedgeree, / The tale the Hughli told the shoal / The lean shoal told to me.
'T was Fultah Fisher's boarding-house, / Where sailor-men reside, / And there were men of all the ports / From Mississip to Clyde, / And regally they spat and smoked, / And fearsomely they lied.