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I saw a ship a-sailing, a-sailing, a-sailing,

With emeralds and rubies and sapphires in her hold;

And a bosun in a blue coat bawling at the railing,

Piping through a silver call that had a chain of gold;

The summer wind was failing and the tall ship rolled.

I saw a ship a-steering, a-steering, a-steering,

With roses in red thread worked upon her sails;

With sacks of purple amethysts, the spoils of buccaneering,

Skins of musky yellow wine, and silks in bales,

Her merry men were cheering, hauling on the brails.

I saw a ship a-sinking, a-sinking, a-sinking,

With glittering sea-water splashing on her decks,

With seamen in her spirit-room singing songs and drinking,

Pulling claret bottles down, and knocking off the necks,

The broken glass was chinking as she sank among the wrecks.