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The number one, 'e's on the bridge, / There's goin' to be a row, / The Gold Coast is upon our port, / An', 'ull down, on our bow; / Makin' for 'ome for all she's worth -- / A slaver's bloomin' dhow!
The number one is on the bridge, / The buntin' tosser's aft; / An' down below, in the 'eat an' glow, / The men are at their graft. / They've peeled their shirts, to get the steam, / To over-'aul that craft.