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Wealth of the East

A crew invincible and without fear,
We fairly skimmed across the wild, deep sea,
With songs and ale, with coarse and manly cheer,
We passed the months with laughing bonhomie.
From Europe, 'round the tip of Africa,
And to the rich, exotic Orient,
We traversed strange and distant shores with awe,
Indulged ourselves with every sight and scent.
And oh, the wondrous spices of the east
That filled our sailing vessel's spacious hold,
Remember how we laughed and sat to feast,
And dreamed of wealth uncounted and untold.

So sing, my brothers! Sing a mournful tune,
Amidst the barnacles and dead men's bones.
As waves are stilled beneath a cold gray moon,
Sink down to murky depths with Davy Jones.
And sing farewell to all the world above,
For I shall see no more my lady love.

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