So brace the mizzen sail
We face the raging gale
We're out of port and bound for glory's call
The wind blows sure and smart
The wind awoke my heart
Again I go a-sailin' o'er the sea
To hear the cordage moan
And the straining timbers groan
And see the flying canon lie alee
So brace the mizzen sail
We face the raging gale
We're out of port and bound for glory's call
Oh, sailor of the pleat
It's time to stir the fleet
It's time to man the dingey and the row
It's lay your hand in mine
And it's empty down the wine
Drain a healthy debt before we go
So brace the mizzen sail
We face the raging gale
We're out of port and bound for glory's call
We face the raging gale
We're out of port and bound for glory's call
The wind blows sure and smart
The wind awoke my heart
Again I go a-sailin' o'er the sea
To hear the cordage moan
And the straining timbers groan
And see the flying canon lie alee
So brace the mizzen sail
We face the raging gale
We're out of port and bound for glory's call
Oh, sailor of the pleat
It's time to stir the fleet
It's time to man the dingey and the row
It's lay your hand in mine
And it's empty down the wine
Drain a healthy debt before we go
So brace the mizzen sail
We face the raging gale
We're out of port and bound for glory's call
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