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Old Harwich Port Town Through tobacco smoke I could just make out scared faces some young mostly old! Smiling mouths singing with pint jugs held high, of bloody stories told, brawling loving hard faced seamen whom have wandered and wobbled the red cobblestones of Harwich Port Town Of the illegal bordello how once ones had he’s fun and been plied with cheep rum how Big Ginger Liz with smiling green eyes would flutter them red with razor sharp surprise poor fellow left with no throat or peace pipe... Sign in to see full entry.