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We be three poor mariners,
Newly come from the seas;
We spend our lives in jeopardy,
While others live at ease.
Shall we go dance the round, the round, the round?
Shall we go dance the round, the round, the round?
And he that is a jolly bully boy,
Come pledge me on this ground, a-ground, a-ground.

We care not for those martial men
That do our states disdain;
But we care for the merchantmen
Who do our states maintain.
To them we dance this round, this round, this round.
To them we dance this round, this round, this round.
And he that is a jolly bully boy,
Come pledge me on this ground, a-ground, a-ground

(English sea shanty, original authorship uncertain (Ca. 1600) )

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