From flame-raped fallen flags once flown
Now disavowed, their fathers fled
These children by the breeze now blown
Tied to the wind by cedar masts
From woods of memory too lost
Fresh water and fair food a dream
For such young sailors, tempest-tossed
The youngest of all, their captain was
Who stood no higher than a knee
But fiercer than a pirate king
And braver too, for all, was she
So when they finally saw a trace
Of distant land, horizon's call
"Land-ho!" cried she, from crow's nest high
But to cold ears, last of them all
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