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So he lay down howled it And shivered growled it Flat limp on a deck chair With naught but his nose bare-- Bemoaning sighing
Come girls I am dying Quick tuck in my bluetoes All ten of 'em's true froze And shove grim Muir away. Shove him hard,
girls I say To where his icebergs glaciers mad waters play. And while he is going Through this mad wind that's blowing
Hit him some hardy whacks Choke him with Nunataks-- For in all this bad sea There's nothing there's nothing that's too
bad for he. O Cornelia Mary I've no comfort nary A glimpse of my York state, Soon soon I'll be Shark bait-- Dorothea
Betty dears Should it not draw some wetty tears That in all this cold water there's nothing for me But losses crosses blank
miseree. But soon a big seachange came over him, 07196