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THE LAST BUCCANEER.
iii.
Thence we sailed against the Spaniard with his hoards of plate and gold,
Which he wrung by cruel tortures from the Indian folk of old;
Likewise the merchant captains, with hearts as hard as stone,
Which flog men and keel-haul them, and starve them to the bone.
Thence we sailed against the Spaniard with his hoards of plate and gold,
Which he wrung by cruel tortures from the Indian folk of old;
Likewise the merchant captains, with hearts as hard as stone,
Which flog men and keel-haul them, and starve them to the bone.
iv.
Oh, the palms grew high in Avès, and fruits that shone like gold,
And the colibris and parrots they were gorgeous to behold;
And the negro maids to Avès from bondage fast did flee,
To welcome gallant sailors a-sweeping in from the sea.
Oh, the palms grew high in Avès, and fruits that shone like gold,
And the colibris and parrots they were gorgeous to behold;
And the negro maids to Avès from bondage fast did flee,
To welcome gallant sailors a-sweeping in from the sea.
v.
Oh, sweet it was in Avès to hear the landward breeze
A-swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees,
Oh, sweet it was in Avès to hear the landward breeze
A-swing with good tobacco in a net between the trees,
