Then will he strip his shorts and show his drawers.
And say 'These stains I had on Crispin's day!'
... The poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them...
Sing no more ditties, sing no moe,
Of dumps so dull and heavy!
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