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Rh Oh, whiskey killed my sister Sue,

Whiskey, Johnny,

And whiskey killed the old man, too,

Whiskey for my Johnny.

Whiskey's gone, what shall I do?

Whiskey, Johnny,

Oh, whiskey's gone, and I'll go too,

Whiskey for my Johnny,"

"Belay your maintopsail halliards." "Aye, aye, sir." And so the canvas is set fore and aft, topsails, topgallantsails, royals, and skysails, flat as boards, the inner and outer jibs are run up and the sheets hauled to windward; the main- and after-yards are braced sharp to the wind, the foretopsail is laid to the mast, and the clipper looks like some great seabird ready for flight. The anchor is hove up to:

And while some of the hands bring the anchor to the rail with cat and fish tackle, and: