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I grew up in the scantling yards of wheeling West Virginia
A wheelhouse cub looking for an open door
In the packet way is a sweeney wed the keel of my bonita
Just two months from her timbers 'til she moored
I paid the fare in Billet on her maiden voyage to Vicksburg
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