| There is a law in the sea, it is as old as the Earth
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| Opened somewhere,
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| If the rats run from the ship
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| To be a ship in trouble.
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| The rat will always shout - "Trouble"!
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| So there is a chance for success
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| Rats were sometimes beaten for this,
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| But under this not so that all.
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| But the boatswain decided because he was strict
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| Gray arrange a fight
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| And he gave the captain a vow,
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| Kill everyone to one.
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| And the sailors were against, at first,
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| But he bent his line
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| And by the way, none of the rats left
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| Because the ship did not sink.
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| And the sail is raised and the flag is raised,
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| The ship sparkles all over,
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| And under the enthusiastic whisper of onlookers
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| Goes on a long flight.
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| And the watchman firmly held the helm
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| And the waves rushed to the stern
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| And every sailor knew his business
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| And there were no rats in the hold.
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| But a day away and unbearable to stand,
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| And at night it pulls to lie down.
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| No one heard how that night
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| A leak opened in the hold.
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| Of those rats, at least one
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| And then people would be saved
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| But the glorious ship went to the bottom,
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| Left without faithful rats.
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| Fill the pipe, pour the wine
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| And let's drink brother with you
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| For those who are the first to shout "Trouble"
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| Saving your ship. |