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The glories of great Behring Sea-- Ah me poor doubting doleful sinner I feared its waves might spoil my dinner And had
not H. Muir insisted In faithless wreck I might have missed it I thought to stop at old Dutch Harbor Boarding with an old
Dutch barber And, while the ship was gone go hunting The gold-crowned sparrow snowflake bunting And thus I might have lost
the whole My head, the sea, perhaps my soul Where dizzy cloud fogs roll down On Oonalaska icy crown Making the famous
wolves howl longer As they picked my bones to make them stronger As now I view it o'er again It seem an awful might have
been This dreadful fate Thank Heaven is passed For Muir most kindly held me fast And made me leave that old Dutch Harbor
Give up the sparrows, give up the barber And stay aboard the ship sail To Behring Sea with with sic blissful gale-- If
on that ship there was one angle Who brought for me a true evangel 07196