Where the seas contend with skies!
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The topsail-yards point to the wind, boys,
See all clear to reef each course;
Let the fore-sheet go, don’t mind, boys,
Though the weather should be worse.
Fore and aft the sprit-sail yard get,
Reef the mizen, see all clear,
Hands up, each preventure brace set,
Man the fore-yard, cheer, lads, cheer!