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 Then the wife of the skipper lost at sea
Said, ‘God has touched him! why should we?’
Said an old wife mourning her only son,
‘Cut the rogue's tether and let him run!’
So with soft relentings and rude excuse,
Half scorn, half pity, theÿ cut him loose,
And gave him a cloak to hide him in,
And left him alone with his shame and sin.
Poor Floyd Ireson, for his hard heart,
Tarred and feathered and carried in a cart
By the women of Marblehead!
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