Lincoln Ross Colcord (Линкольн Росс Колкорд)

Fernando de Noronha

We lay becalmed; the white-hot sun
Beat down above an even swell;
And, clear upon our starboard bow
Stood out your spar-like Pinnacle.

1. The Maine Stein Song
2. The North Watcher
3. Windlass Chanty
4. The Westerlies
5. Hong Kong

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