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No 42


There'll be one more at the halliards, There'll be one more on the yard,
Fisting down from thundering choruses when they're frosted good and hard.
One more tallyin' on the fore brace, when theyre waist neck deep in foam
One more hand to sweat the topsl's up and sheet t'gansails home


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