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HE'S ALL RIGHT IN WHOSE POCKET THERE'S ALWAYS SOME CHINK.
Now, messmates, attend and make note of my song, If you follow its teaching, you can't go far wrong; For I'd have it to tell you just that which I think, He's all right in whose pocket there's always some chink.
What's a sailor without it ? you're tight and you're
smart, But. if you've not the rhino, who'll give you her heart ? At the roughest old salt, all the girls they will wink If they twig in his pocket a good store of chink.
Oh! chink is the master, that all know that live; Those with it their orders to others can give; A poor devil can't swallow a bite or a drink Without sponging on some one, unless he has chink.