I clasp the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, I stand.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from my mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt I fall.
I ToOk nO tEarfuL leAvinG,
I bade no long good-byes;
Men talked of crime and thieving,
Men wrote of fraud and lies.
To save mah injured feelings
'T was time and time to go --
Behind was dock and Dartmoor,
Ahead lay Callao!
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