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Lost of Yore
By Alexa Chipman
I have seen the orient rich with spices
The noonday sun sending jewels on the waves
Flashing sparks flying past my plunging bow as
I leap forward on the waves.
Yet now I sit beside a crumbling pier
No chanties rock my aging planks
I am forgotten even by those who made
me what I am.
I once was the envy of the seas
A brig passing ten knots wings outspread
Now I rot like castoff shoes flung out
into the rain.
Yet in my memory washed across my decks
My hold, bursting with teas and silks
I was the best and proud to serve my
crew in every need.
I feel so cold, more chill than in a storm
The only sounds of pumps keeping me afloat
Let me fall to my watery grave rather than
live with my pain
The Horn
By Alexa Chipman
Thirtyfive set the topmast
Feel the sweet earth again
Wind and sky again defeated
Dolphins dance in festival
Thirtyfive set the topmast
Miles of coastline yet ahead
Our suffering is finally ended
Red sunset smiles at us
Thirtyfive set the topmast
Shout farewell to sea behind
Island spices now await us
Water sweet and company more
Thirtyfive set the topmast
Well ahead of straggling fleet
Blinding water, sun down beating
A new era has begun
Thirtyfive set the topmast
Stand aside, United States has come
Captain Grey will surely lead us
Faster than Kendrick would have done
Huldah
By Alexa Chipman
(Lyrics to 'Broken-hearted I Will Wander')
When the Lady set sail
In windy fall
I watched the empty ocean
Until night came dark
I stared at the horizon
After they had gone
Knowing I would not see him
Till after I lay cold
On lonely days I watch the ocean
I wait for the ships
But his sail never floats
Into Boston port
On lonely days I watch the ocean
I longingly pray
But he'll never return the way that he did.
It's been years since a letter
For he never wrote
I've heard he's fighting battles
But that's just report
If he knew how much I miss him
And what I long to say
But I know I'll never see him
And that I'll die alone.
On lonely days I watch the ocean
I wait for the ships
But his sail never floats
Into Boston port
On lonely days I watch the ocean
I longingly pray
But he'll never return again to me.
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