[Robert Underwood] Johnson
So he lay down & howled itAnd shivered & growled itFlat & limp on a deck—chairWith naught but his nose bare--Bemoaning & sighing"Come girls I am dyingQuick tuck in my bluetoesAll ten of 'em's true frozeAnd shove grim Muir away.Shove him hard, girls I sayTo where his icebergs & glaciers & mad waters play.And while he is goingThrough this mad wind that's blowingHit him some hardy whacksChoke him with Nunataks--For in all this bad seaThere's nothing there's nothing that's too bad for he.O Cornelia & MaryI've no comfort & naryA glimpse of my York state,Soon soon I'll be Shark bait--Dorothea & Betty dearsShould it not draw some wetty tearsThat in all this cold water there's nothing for meBut losses & crosses & blank miseree.But soon a big seachange came over him,07196
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