Pint of Ale
Give me a pint of ale for I have signed
aboard the Queen weighing anchor first light
when she gives sail for Java’s trade of kind.
But I am having a good time this night
and me thinks a pint may wet whistle fine.
Then after ale booze makes shore time just right
If you chance hearing curses, they aren’t mine.
Tis my misfortune loving great the sea
truth told, all veins are stowed with beer and brine
Before mast plays a place where a man’s free,
belay, think you not oceans always kind
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