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This was the White Squall famous Which Chelsea Women Jersey latterly o’ercame us, And which all will well remember On the 28th September: When a Prussian Captain of Lancers (Those tight-laced, whiskered prancers) Came on the deck astonished, France Jerseys By that wild squall admonished, And wondering cried, “Potztausend! Wie ist der Sturm jetzt brausend!” And looked at Captain Lewis, Who calmly stood and blew his Cigar in all the bustle, And scorned the tempest’s tussle. And oft we’ve thought thereafter How he beat the storm to laughter; For well he knew his vessel With that vain wind could wrestle; And when a wreck we Belgium Jerseys thought her And doomed ourselves to slaughter, How gaily he fought her, And through the hubbub brought her, And, as Moncler Dam Sverige the tempest caught her, Cried, “GEORGE! SOME BRANDY-AND-WATER!”
And when, its force expended, The harmless storm was ended, And, as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o’er the sea; I thought, as day was breaking, My little girls were waking, And smiling, and making A prayer at home for me.
Chapter 10 Telmessus — Beyrout
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