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                      XXXIIOn, on, still on, now up, now down,
    With many a friendly talk,
Counting their steps in links and chains
    Clear up to “Dungeon Rock!”

                XXXIIIThe caverned haunts that Bucaneers
    Once visited by stealth
And in whose secret depths were stored
    The Pirate’s ill got wealth.

                        XXXIVHave now become the secret shrine
    Where lovers plight their vows,
Where “spirits” from the world at large
    Hold “Spiritual rows”!

                          XXXVWhere Sylvan dieties held sway,
    Now, Bacchus reigns supreme;
Lay gentlemen make boisterous mirth,
    And ladies eat “Ice-cream”.

                       XXXVI Up to the summit of the hill
    They climbed as oft-before,
To list the music of the woods,
    To trace the winding shore.

                         XXXVII What noble monument could mark
    A noble Pirate’s grave?
What greater folly in this world,
    Than Capt. Marble’s cave?

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