The up-starts and come-latelies
Where’s our clamor where’s our muster
When our good captain calls
Always a first who runs
Right into the fire
To show that death is nothing
But a vortex and a dying pain
So happy you never died
When you come to yonder side
Having lost the use of yonder
Frightening at first
The wonder
You were a god-ling
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