The freedom was lacking,
Never to embark on its voyage,
To elevate the moods of soldiers
And sailors with multiple marriages.
Ignoring even the ravings,
One fellow was with a gravy stain
After too much maintaining,
As the assured ones can always see.
His uncaring heirs watched his clothes
Dribbling under the rains,
For wasting the money seemed one
Particular job that cut the body.
I am wanting glory,
Feeling poverty and zests,
Making my house of strength,
Like a bold soldier or sailor of war.
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