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H. F. S. [Music]
1. Come all you brisk young sailors bold / That plough the raging main, / A tragedy I will unfold / In story sad and plain. / From my true love 'twas pressed was I / The gallant ship to steer / To Indies west, -- each heart beat high / With confidence and cheer.