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We Be Three Poor Mariners

T. Ravenscroft

We be three poor mariners,
Newly come from the seas;
We spend our lives in jeopardy,
While others live at ease.
Shall we go dance the round, around?
Shall we go dance the round?
And he that is a bully-boy
Come, pledge me on this ground!

We care not for those martial men
That do our states disdain;
But we care for those merchant men
That do our states maintain:
To them we dance this round, around,
To them we dance this round;
And he that is a bully-boy
Come, pledge me on this ground!

Submitted by Rae

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