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    Cut, cut away. Let the axes fly
    Let a loose them ropes and everything dry
    Leave the scars of the land far away ashore
    Let the strumpets cry like the waves will roar

    Let the pall dispurse. Let them see our stern
    Pray we nay be moored, pray our names be earned
    Let our bildge grow damp, let our futtocks crack
    May our bows be strong, and the wind at our back.

    Lucky fools! Hoist up them colors!!
    Lucky fools! Hoist up them colors!!

    Bring the anchor up, up, let the sails roll down
    Let them rats grow old, may we hang on drown
    Let the swell grow high. Nay we stillness feel
    Let the fathoms wail down below our keel

    Set! set a sail. Let the land landlubbers stay,
    Leave this cradle of dirt to the ocean's spray
    Let the skies and seas be our only friends
    Let our journey start, long before it ends!

    Lucky fools! Hoist up them colors!!
    Lucky fools! Hoist up them colors!!

    Take the fates... back to our hands! back to our hands!
    Take the fates... back to our hands! back to our hands!

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