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"'I've been to France and back three times--
Who knows best, dad or me,
Whether a ship's seaworthy or not?
Dolly, wilt go to sea?'
And Dolly laughed and hugged him tight,
As pleased as she could be.
"I don't mean, sirs, to blame poor Dick:
What he did, sure I'd do;
And many a sail in 'Tricksy Jane'
We'd had when she was new.
Father was always sharp; and what
He said, he meant it too.
"But now the sky had not a cloud,
The bay looked smooth as glass;
Our Dick could manage any boat,
As neat as ever was.
And Dolly crowed, 'Me go to sea!'
The jolly little lass!
"Well, sirs, we went: a pair of oars;
My jacket for a sail:
Just round 'Old Harry and his Wife'--
Those rocks there, within hail;
And we came back.----D'ye want to hear
The end o' the old man's tale?
"Ay, ay, we came back past that point,
But then a. breeze up-sprung;
Dick shouted, 'Hoy! down sail!' and pulled
With all his might among
The white sea-horses that upreared
So terrible and strong.


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