A SAILOR'S YARN Continued Part 2 "Then, fly aloft to the royal top yard And reef that spanker boom, Bend a studding sail to the martingale To give her weather room."... "Pray, bosun, down in the for'ard hold, What water do you show?" "Four foot and a half by the royal gaff And rather more below."... "Then, sailors, collar your marline spikes And roll each belaying pin; Come, stir your stumps to spike the pumps, Or more will be coming in."... Cheerily!
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