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That fly, fly, from the Deep to the Sky, And sing whilst loud Thunder, and sing whilst loud Thunder does bellow; For Fate will still have, a kind Fate for the Brave, And ne're make his Grave of a Salt-water Wave, To drown, to drown, no, never to drown a good Fellow; No, never, no, never to drown a good Fellow; No, never, never to drown, no, never, never to drown, a good Fellow, No, never, no, never to drown a good Fellow.

A Poole at Piquette. The Words made, and set to a Tune by Mr. D'Urfey; made at Ramsbury Mannor.


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