| A for the anchor that swings at our bow
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| B for the bowsprit to the wild seas to plow
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| C for the capstan we all walk around
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| D for the davitts that lower our boat down
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| So merry, so merry are we
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| There’s none so blithe as a sailor at sea
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| Sing high, sing low, as we sail along
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| Give the old ship the breeze, and there’s nothing goes wrong
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| E for the ensign that flies at our peak
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| F for the forecastle where the good sailors sleep
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| G for the galley where the cooks hop around
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| H for the hallyards we haul up and down
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| So merry, so merry are we
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| There’s none so blithe as a sailor at sea
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| Sing high, sing low, as we sail along
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| Give the old ship the breeze, and there’s nothing goes wrong
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| I for the irons the ship is made of
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| J for the jib, which moves her along
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| K for the keel at the bottom of the ship
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| L for the lanyards that never do slip
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| So merry, so merry are we
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| There’s none so blithe as a sailor at sea
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| Sing high, sing low, as we sail along
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| Give the old ship the breeze, and there’s nothing goes wrong
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| M for the mainmast so neat and so strong
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| N for the needle, which never go wrong
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| O for the oars that row our small boat
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| P for the pumps that keep her afloat
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| So merry, so merry are we
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| There’s none so blithe as a sailor at sea
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| Sing high, sing low, as we sail along
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| Give the old ship the breeze, and there’s nothing goes wrong
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| Q for the quarter deck where officers stand
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| R for the rudder that steers her to land
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| S for the sailors who move her along
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| T for the topsails we hoist with a song
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| So merry, so merry are we
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| There’s none so blithe as a sailor at sea
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| Sing high, sing low, as we sail along
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| Give the old ship the breeze, and there’s nothing goes wrong
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| U for the union, which we all adore
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| V for the vane that flies at our fore
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| W for the wheel where we stand our time
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| And the other three letters, you can’t bring in rhyme
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| So merry, so merry are we
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| There’s none so blithe as a sailor at sea
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| Sing high, sing low, as we sail along
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| Give the old ship the breeze, and there’s nothing goes wrong |