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She groan'd, she shriek'd—I could not spare For the Captain he stood by—Dear God! that I might rest one night From that poor woman's cry!
She twisted from the blows—her blood Her mangled flesh I see—And still the Captain would not spare— Oh he was worse than me!
She could not be more glad than I When she was taken down,A blessed minute—'twas the last That I have ever known!
I did not close my eyes all night, Thinking what I had done;I heard her groans and they grew faint About the rising sun.
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