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The moon on the oeeanocean [sic] was dimmed by a ripple,

Affording a chequered light,

The gay jolly tars passed the word for the tipple

And the toast, for 'twas Saturday night.

Some sweetheart or wife,

He loved as his life,

Each drank, and wished he could hail her;

But the standing toast to

That pleased the most,

Was, "The wind that blows, the ship that goes,

And the lass that loves a sailor."