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A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails
270 Wide
To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Ah ah aaa leia
Ahh ah ah leialala.
