And you tell us now of a secret vow

You have made with an open foe!

'That we must lie off a lightless coast

And haul and back and veer,

At the will of the breed that have wronged us most

For a year and a year and a year!

'There was never a shame in Christendie

They laid not to our door—

And you say we must take the winter sea

And sail with them once more?

'Look South! The gale is scarce o'erpast

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That stripped and laid us down,

When we stood forth but they stood fast

And prayed to see us drown

'Our dead they mocked are scarcely cold,

Our wounds are bleeding yet—

And you tell us now that our strength is sold

To help them press for a debt'

''Neath all the flags of all mankind

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