My Captain’s Words

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    Oh, how these lines burn
    The rough, brined hemp through these hands
    Draws and makes fast the ship.
    Drawn tight, the fore-skysail stay
    Cuts through brisk salt wind
    And sings an adventure worth a song.
    But comfort, these ropes draped and looped
    ’Bout the mizzen chains and fore,
    Ready, like my Captain’s words,
    To hold me fast to the post.
    And when the devil’s winds
    Want me free,
    I’ll be tied fast to thee.