THE LAST BUCCANEER.
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With a negro lass to fan you while you listened to the roar
Of the breakers on the reef outside, that never touched the shore.
Of the breakers on the reef outside, that never touched the shore.
vi.
But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things must be;
So the King's ships sail'd on Avès and quite put down were we.
All day we fought like bulldogs, but they burst the booms at night;
And I fled in a piragua, sore wounded from the flight.
But Scripture saith, an ending to all fine things must be;
So the King's ships sail'd on Avès and quite put down were we.
All day we fought like bulldogs, but they burst the booms at night;
And I fled in a piragua, sore wounded from the flight.
vii.
Nine days I floated starving, and a negro lass beside,
Till for all I tried to cheer her, the poor young thing she died;
But as I lay a gasping, a Bristol sail came by,
And brought me home to England here, to beg until I die.
Nine days I floated starving, and a negro lass beside,
Till for all I tried to cheer her, the poor young thing she died;
But as I lay a gasping, a Bristol sail came by,
And brought me home to England here, to beg until I die.
