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O, the captain went below,
For to light the cabin lamp;
But he couldn't light the lamp
Because the wick was too damn' damp.
Heave-ho, you sons of glory,
The Golden Gates are passed.

Let go the peak halyards,
Let go the peak halyards,
My knuckles are caught in the falls.
Let go! (shouted)
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