Each billow's baulked career,

Sing, welcome Fate's discourtesy

Whereby it is made clear, etc.

No matter though our deck be swept

And masts and timber crack—

We can make good all loss except

The loss of turning back.

So, 'twixt these Devils and our deep

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Let courteous trumpets sound,

To welcome Fate's discourtesy

Whereby it will be found, etc.

Be well assured, though in our power

Is nothing left to give

But chance and place to meet the hour,

And leave to strive to live,

Till these dissolve our Order holds,

Our Service binds us here.

Then welcome Fate's discourtesy

Whereby it is made clear,

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