XIV

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XIV

A Water-Pirate

Pause, stranger⁠—whence you lightly tread

Bill Carr’s immoral part has fled.

For him no heart of woman burned,

But all the rivers’ heads he turned.

Alas! he now lifts up his eyes

In torment and for water cries,

Entreating that he may procure

One drop to cool his parched McClure!