The captain’s armband
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He was proud of the day
The captain’s armband came his way.
‘Twas a shame he applied it
Like a surgeon’s tourniquet.
All the blood drained away
And his withered arm turned grey
But he’ll tell you very candidly
He won it singlehandedly.
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