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MARRYAT IN "THE IMPERIEtiSE " |
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THE DEAR ONES WE'VE LEFT AT HOME |
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YOU LANDSMEN MAY HAVE PLENTY |
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SHE'S SWEETER TO ME THAN THE BEST OF THEM ALL |
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HE'S ALL RIGHT IN WHOSE POCKET THERE'S ALWAYS SOME CHINK |
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WHY DON'T THEY COME TO SEA ? |
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HERE'S TO VAN TROMP AND DE RUYTER |
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THE TOGS, THEY DO NOT MAKE THE SAILOR |
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THE MOON DROVE THROUGH THE SCUD ON HIGH |
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O WINDS, TELL ME WHERE DOES MY SAILOR SAIL THE SEA |
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THE WINDS, INCONSTANT EVER |
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