Let them drink and forget lying down in the heart of the sea with me at the top of the mast at last
Singing serpent as an adder a golden asp bring forth the color rubbed out
By 30 silver tongued companions headlong cast he slipped away right out of their grasp to the sound asleep
At the top of the mast he his own life given not take by those whose feet to the shedding are so fast

They have stricken me and I was not hurt
They have beaten me and I have not known

Face to face palm to palm frame to frame it does become him breathing bold ravaged
Already reed in the field of bruises
For 30 easy piece sold does not he who weighs the heart perceive it doth he who
Keep your soul not know falling 7 times yet rising will he not receive it

They have stricken me and I was not hurt They have beaten me and I have not known
Silver tongued companions cast them in gold
In procession o heavenly body drawn out of many waters o heavenly body o red in the cup the wine heavenly body o holy vine heavenly body o holy vine

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