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He rose in haste, beneath the walls He saw the flood appear,It hemm'd him round, 'twas midnight now, No human aid was near.
He heard the shout of joy, for now A boat approach'd the wall,And eager to the welcome aid They crowd for safety all.
My boat is small, the boatman cried, This dangerous haste forbear!Wait other aid, this little bark But one from hence can bear.
Lord William leap'd into the boat, Haste—haste to yonder shore!And ample wealth shall well reward, Ply swift and strong the oar.
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