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Good luck to all our fightin' ships that rule the English sea;

Good luck to our brave merchantmen wherever they may be;

The sea it is their highway, an' we've got to sweep it free

For the ships passin' over the North Sea ground.

An' it's "Wake up, Johnnie!" for the sea wind's cryin';

"Time an' time to go where the herrin' gulls are flyin';"

An' down below the stormy seas the dead men lyin',

Oh, the dead lyin' quiet on the North Sea ground! C. Fox Smith

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