THE COWARD SOUL.
Mon call mo pirate, and they say That: I am out for loot; l£y bloodhounds raven on their hulks, And in their cities root.' A murrain on their tinsel trash, '.Their women and their wine; £ give their darlings to the i (log?, I cast their pearls, to swine. If all tho world were made of gold, And set. with emerald sea, It might sail on in chartless space . It. might sail on for me! I would not give my sonsie soul 3?or riches of the sphere! .It is to save my coward soul That I'm u. buccaneer. . »-E.- Visiak, in; "Buccaneer Ballads."
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Dominion, Volume 3, Issue 832, 30 July 1910, Page 9
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105THE COWARD SOUL. Dominion, Volume 3, Issue 832, 30 July 1910, Page 9
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