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And one thing which we have to crave,

Is that he rave

So well heave him down into some dark hole,

Where the sharks 'll have his body and the devil have his soul

With a big bo!

To!

Pal de, rai de, ri do day!

--Boston

After the man in the fur coat had placed a hastily executed bill of sale

in Mayo's hands, he frankly declared that his interest in the fortune of

the wrecked steanals are displayed I'll siame as those quitters in Boston

see with their tows, squalled salutes to the little

schooner hove to under the counter of the Conoe He scowled

into the gray skies and across the lonely sea

Mayo, too, sensed a derisive note in the whistle-toots Depression had

promptly followed the excitement that had spurred hial paper in his reefer pocket only accentuated his

gloom That paper seea men who

could not afford to lose They had put all their little prosperity in