A Mahommadan Ship Fireman
Up from the oven pit,
The hell where poor men toil,
At the sunset hour he comes
Clean-clothed, washed from soil.
On the fo'c's'le head he kneels,
His face to the hallowed West
He prays, and bows and prays.
Does he pray for death and rest?
The hell where poor men toil,
At the sunset hour he comes
Clean-clothed, washed from soil.
On the fo'c's'le head he kneels,
His face to the hallowed West
He prays, and bows and prays.
Does he pray for death and rest?
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