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Where the best of liquors they do sell, In comes the landlord with a smile, "Come drink, my boys, it's worth your while!" Now my moneys all gone and spent, There's none to be borrowed and none to be lent; I twigged the landlord with a frown: It's, "Rise up, Jack, let John sit down!" Sea Chanteys and Sailors' Songs Haul on the Bowline ................
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