  Yo-o heave ho! an’ a y-o heave ho! And lift her down the bay— We’re off to the Pillars of Hercules, All on a summer’s day. We’re off wi’ bales of our Southdown wool Our fortune all to win, And we’ll bring ye gold and gowns o’ silk, Veils o’ sendal as white as milk, And sugar and spice galore, lasses— When our ship comes in!
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