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Martyn Parker (or Martin)

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When the stormy winds do blow.
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Ye Gentlemen of England, (c. 1630), reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). Compare: "When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow", Thomas Campbell, Ye Mariners of England.

 
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