Chapter 11

“The palmetto leaves are whispering, while the gentle trade-winds blow,And the soothing Southern zephyrs are sighing soft and low,As a silvery moonlight glistens, and the droning fireflies glow,Comes a voice from out the cypress,‘Lights out! Lafitte! Heave ho!’”

“The palmetto leaves are whispering, while the gentle trade-winds blow,And the soothing Southern zephyrs are sighing soft and low,As a silvery moonlight glistens, and the droning fireflies glow,Comes a voice from out the cypress,‘Lights out! Lafitte! Heave ho!’”

“The palmetto leaves are whispering, while the gentle trade-winds blow,

And the soothing Southern zephyrs are sighing soft and low,

As a silvery moonlight glistens, and the droning fireflies glow,

Comes a voice from out the cypress,

‘Lights out! Lafitte! Heave ho!’”


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