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Britannia's sailors rule the waves,
And shall they stoop to insult?
No!  No!

Boatswain & Sailors.
Shall we submit?
Are we but slaves?
Love comes alike to high

Ralph, Boatswain & Carpenter.
A British tar is a soaring soul,
As free as a mountain bird,
His energetic fist should be ready to resist
A dictatorial

the hatches now when it gets light
I swear i heard music but its got to be the wind and birds

But ive got good news
Forgot what it was... Good news
Not quite

mischance,
Came, for he knew the man and valued him,
Reporting of his vessel China-bound,
And wanting yet a boatswain.  Would he go?
There yet were many weeks