It was like riding a port over a waterfall
And winds not the for what blows in your face
It was something made of iron!
Swings at ya from the West, never changin' day in and day out.
With seas as high as the main mast.
We had lifelines rigged everywhere, sir
And there were still 16 men washed over board
Cold? Three men froze in the yards; frozen stiff, sir.
Couldn't get them down without cutting their fingers loose from the shrouds.
I was lucky...

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