| Oh, the sails set, the tide is high
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| All men are welcome aboard
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| The planks warmed in all their pride
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| The winds of justice shall soar
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| Oh, God bless the King of the realm
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| The president at the helm
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| Raise sails, tide high
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| Long live the King of glory
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| Tide high, raise sails
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| We’re at the mercy of the waves
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| Raise sails, tide high
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| Long live the King of glory
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| We will be torn or be saved
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| At the mercy of the waves
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| The escort of the albatross
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| A shoreless thirst to unveil
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| The souls warmed, the quaich is alive
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| The Wave Of Macallan we sail
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| Oh, God bless the King of the realm
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| The president at the helm
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| Raise sails, tide high
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| Long live the King of glory
|
| Tide high, raise sails
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| We’re at the mercy of the waves
|
| Raise sails, tide high
|
| Long live the King of glory
|
| We will be torn or be saved
|
| At the mercy of the waves
|
| Raise sails, tide high
|
| Long live the King of glory
|
| Tide high, raise sails
|
| We’re at the mercy of the waves
|
| Raise sails, tide high
|
| Long live the King of glory
|
| We will be torn or be saved
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| At the mercy of the waves |