There is an island
On the Chesapeake bay
An island called Tangier.
A world apart
You well may say
Where English speaking
Has not changed
Since Elizabethan days.
Crabs clams and oysters
Are the currency
Of the place.
The islanders, work hard
And even harder pray
Convinced, so they say,
That God and toil
Will keep their island
From sinking in the bay.
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