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/ The Dry Land yields no wine, / The Waste Land no whiskey, / And the Desert no malt liquor, / But there is moisture in spots. / Where there are rocks, / There also is moisture. / (Come with me here to the rocks) / What rocks? The Fleet rocks -- / In the cradle of the deep. / Half a league and half a league outward, / In the sea, the sea, the open sea, / The Mariners of England / Nightly guard our shores.
/ Yo! ho! ho! and a bottle of rum, / A little wine for my stomach's ache / And whiskey in a glass darkly. / Let us go down to the sea in ships / To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk / And this our queen shall be as drunk as we. / Ἐντεῦθεν ἐξελαύνει σταθμοὺς δύο / Παρασάγγας δέκα εἰς τὴν θάλᾶτταν