days and a night, the brig running under close-reefed topsails,

Ye are in my power at last, are in my power.

days and a night, the brig running under close-reefed topsails,

Yet fear me not: I call mine own self wild,

days and a night, the brig running under close-reefed topsails,

But keep a touch of sweet civility

days and a night, the brig running under close-reefed topsails,

Here in the heart of waste and wilderness.

I thought, but that your father came between,

In former days you saw me favourably.

And if it were so do not keep it back:

Make me a little happier: let me know it:

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