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The Traders Of Cape Fear
Beware my brethren, Take heed my friend, Keep your furs, For 'tis the white man And his baubles Will hasten your end. Mark well the words you hear, For death stalks On English docks Of the traders of Cape Fear. 'Tho not with intent Across an ocean This demon seed was sent. The white man he touches not, 'Tis your villages he'll visit With sorrow and rot. Red man never venture near, For the devil is the pox, He's waiting at the docks Of the traders of Cape Fear. |