Aloft all hands, strike the top-masts and belay
Yon angry setting sun and fierce-edged clouds
Declare the typhon's coming
Before it sweeps your decks, throw overboard
The dead and dying – ne'er heed their chains
Hope, hope, fallacious hope!
Where is thy market now?
[Verse] Aloft all hands, strike the top-masts and belay Yon angry setting sun and fierce-edged clouds Declare the typhon's coming Before it sweeps your decks, throw overboard The dead and dying – ne'er heed their chains Hope, hope, fallacious hope! Where is thy market now? Explain Request ×
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