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Brotherhood of Sailors

But you, my brothers, know the siren call
That tears us from our homes and wooded dell,
That tests our strength against the stormy squall
And drags us out across the shifting swell.
Recall, my brothers, how we met that day,
So young and foolish, confident and brave,
While salty odors swept across the quay
And sunlight glistened on the tossing wave.
Remember how the bonds of friendship grew,
More swiftly than our ship upon the wind -
Oh, sailors, only fearsome Davy knew
How tragically our brotherhood would end!

So sing, my brothers! Sing a mournful tune,
Amidst the barnacles and dead men's bones.
As waves are stilled beneath a cold gray moon,
Sink down to murky depths with Davy Jones.
And sing farewell to all the world above,
For I shall see no more my lady love.

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