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My heart sank with our Claret flask	B
Just now beneath the heavy sedges	C
That serve this Pond's black face for mask	B
And still at yonder broken edges	C
O' the hole where up the bubbles glisten	D
After my heart I look and listen	D
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II	A
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Our laughing little flask compelled	E
Thro' depth to depth more bleak and shady	F
As when both arms beside her held	E
Feet straightened out some gay French lady	F
Is caught up from life's light and motion	D
And dropped into death's silent ocean	D
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Up jumped Tokay on our table	G
Like a pygmy castle warder	H
Dwarfish to see but stout and able	G
Arms and accoutrements all in order	H
And fierce he looked North then wheeling South	I
Blew with his bugle a challenge to Drouth	I
Cocked his flap hat with the tosspot feather	H
Twisted his thumb in his red moustache	J
Jingled his huge brass spurs together	H
Tightened his waist with its Buda sash	J
And then with an impudence nought could abash	J
Shrugged his hump shoulder to tell the beholder	H
For twenty such knaves he should laugh but the bolder	H
And so with his sword hilt gallantly jutting	K
And dexter hand on his haunch abutting	K
Went the little man Sir Ausbruch strutting	K
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Here's to Nelson's memory	F
'Tis the second time that I at sea	F
Right off Cape Trafalgar here	L
Have drunk it deep in British Beer	M
Nelson for ever any time	N
Am I his to command in prose or rhyme	N
Give me of Nelson only a touch	O
And I save it be it little or much	O
Here's one our Captain gives and so	C
Down at the word by George shall it go	C
He says that at Greenwich they point the beholder	H
To Nelson's coat still with tar on the shoulder	H
For he used to lean with one shoulder digging	K
Jigging as it were and zig zag zigging	K
Up against the mizen rigging ''	-

Robert Browning

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