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 THE JOLLY w the gd ship venge, how we've ank'd thmh the ocean, She's flush to our pur, you ne'er saw the like; Balls and bullets whiz by, but ne'er cu an emotion, THI we' bowled down, boys, we never Th success and sean's cheer Gla t jolly Bueeer. Fond of change, in all weathers d cates we' roving, Now a rt of hard rustle, and now  fi : With th girls and a dle, i kind and loving, See pped off a messmate, and step in his shoes. Stl succ, Well stored now with pluer, at e k we're steering, To where pr fair on will eet  on shem; There we'll laugh, quaff,  ,  wi kg and sweari, O cars e o, then to a, boys, for m.   LE. WS=T sailor er not, for a moment aver, Poor Jac's mtops is laid to the m; He'll never turn t, or will more heave t lead, He's no 1 aba, nor will sails shoot a-head; Yet, though worms gnaw his tim, h vesl en be hes't hst whtle, he'll jump upon de  in b' ','h% mmd in the ave, Nor hea any mo t !ou roar of the wave; Pd by. deat e  nt to thz tender be, em lubm d n
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