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a thousand reeds springing up like weeds
There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind

There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons
Thundering,

landed in the bottom
Of the hero's boat of copper

This the fairest of all sea-fish
Quick it leaps upon the waters
Dives beneath the sea's smooth surface

reeds springing up like weeds,
there were horns of ev'ry shape and kind. 

There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons,
thundering, thundering, all

I should've said what I wanted
My cookpot has a copper bottom
A wheel that's spinning, ordinary
has more than confidence to carry

A promise