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Rh The moon in streaks the waves illumes;
 * Hoarse groans the wind the rigging through;

In gentle motion raised assumes
 * The sea a silvery shade with blue;

While singing gaily on the poop, The pirate Captain, in a group, Sees Europe here, there Asia lies, And Stamboul in the front arise.

Sail on, my swift one! nothing fear;
 * Nor calm, nor storm, nor foeman's force

Shall make thee yield in thy career,
 * Or turn thee from thy course.

Despite the English cruisers fleet
 * We have full twenty prizes made;

And see their flags beneath my feet
 * A hundred nations laid.

My treasure is my gallant bark,
 * My only god is liberty;

My law is might, the wind my mark,
 * My country is the sea.

There blindly kings fierce wars maintain,
 * For palms of land, when here I hold

As mine, whose power no laws restrain,
 * Whatever the seas infold.