There's a number of sea songs that are third cousins to "Play the Fife Lowly" and the "Streets of Laredo", in which wrapping a dying sailor in his hammock was de rigueur preparatory to weighting him down with shot and sliding him off to lee'ard.

The sturdy canvas hammock made a fine winding sheet, and lord knows how many of 'em from centuries past are littering the bottom of the seas. Well, the shot, anyway.

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