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 | | So the first land we made it is called the Deadman, Next Ram Head off Plymouth, Start, Portland and the Wight; We sailed hy Beachy, by Fairly and Dungeness, And then bore away for the South Foreland light. |
 | | Now the signal it was made for the Grand Fleet to anchor, All on the Downs that night for to meet; Then stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters, Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets. |
 | | Now let every man take off his full bumper, Let every man take off his full bowl; For we will be jolly and drown melancholy, With a health to each jovial and true-hearted soul. |
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