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H. F. S. [Music]
1. Young Sailor Dick, as he stepped on shore, / To his quarters of old return'd, / The hostess glad, cries "Dick my lad! / What prize money have you earn'd? " / "Poor luck! poor luck! yet Molly, my duck, / Your daughter I've come to see: / Get ready some supper, with pipes and grog, / And the best Green Bed for me."