| A’s for the anchor that lies at our bow
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| B’s for the bowsprit and the jibs all lie low
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| C’s for the capstan we all run around
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| D’s for the davits to lower the boat down
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| Merrily, merrily
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| So merry sail we, no mortal on earth like a sailor at sea
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| Heave away, haul away, the ship rolls along
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| Give a sailor his grog and there’s nothing goes wrong
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| E’s for the ensign that at our mast flew
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| F’s for the forecastle where lives our crew
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| G’s for the galley where the salt junk smells strong
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| And H for the halyards we hoist with a song
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| Merrily, merrily
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| So merry sail we, no mortal on earth like a sailor at sea
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| Heave away, haul away, the ship rolls along
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| Give a sailor his grog and there’s nothing goes wrong
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| I’s for the eyebolts, no good for the feet
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| J’s for the jibs, boys, stand by the lee sheet
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| K’s for the knighthead where our petty officer stands
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| L’s for the leeside, hard found by new hands
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| Merrily, merrily
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| So merry sail we, no mortal on earth like a sailor at sea
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| Heave away, haul away, the ship rolls along
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| Give a sailor his grog and there’s nothing goes wrong
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| M’s for the mainmast, it’s stout and it’s strong
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| N’s for the needle that never points wrong
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| O’s for the oars of our old jolly boats
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| And P’s for the pinnace which lively do float
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| Merrily, merrily
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| So merry sail we, no mortal on earth like a sailor at sea
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| Heave away, haul away, the ship rolls along
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| Give a sailor his grog and there’s nothing goes wrong
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| Q’s for the quarterdeck where our officer stands
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| R’s for the rudder that keeps the ship in command
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| S is for the stunsells that drive her along
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| And T’s for the topsail, to get there takes long
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| Merrily, merrily
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| So merry sail we, no mortal on earth like a sailor at sea
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| Heave away, haul away, the ship rolls along
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| Give a sailor his grog and there’s nothing goes wrong
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| U’s for the uniform, mostly worn aft
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| V’s for the vangs running from the main gaff
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| W’s for water, we’re on a pint and a pound
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| And X marks the spot where old Stormies had drowned
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| Merrily, merrily
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| So merry sail we, no mortal on earth like a sailor at sea
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| Heave away, haul away, the ship rolls along
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| Give a sailor his grog and there’s nothing goes wrong
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| Y’s for the yardarm, needs a good sailor man
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| Z is for Zoe, and I’m her fancy man
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| Z’s also for zero in the cold winter time
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| And now we have brought all the letters in rhyme
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| Merrily, merrily
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| So merry sail we, no mortal on earth like a sailor at sea
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| Heave away, haul away, the ship rolls along
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| Give a sailor his grog and there’s nothing goes wrong |