1
All hands on deck, we've run afloat!
I heard the captain cry
Explore the ship, replace the cook:
let no one leave alive!
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Across the straits, around the Horn:
How far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course,
And no one left alive
2
We sailed for parts unknown to man,
Where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold,
Could match our captain's eye
ПР-В:
Upon the seventh seasick day
We made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue,
No mortal place at all
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3
We fired the gun, and burnt the mast,
And rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried, we sailors wept:
Our tears were tears of joy
ПР-В:
Now many moons and many Junes
Have passed since we made land
A salty dog, this seaman's log:
Your witness my own hand
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