My first, 'tis true, may be a wound,
And give both smart and woe;
But if my second's constant found,
It sooths full many a throe;
My whole in vain its edge may boast
To awe the gallant tar,
Whose valour guards the British coast,
And mocks the din of war.
Enjoy!
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Cutlass?
Melissa, I accidentally deleted your comment and don't know how to put it back; sorry!
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