| While on this ship, my days are spent
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| In anxious care, oft discontent
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| No social circles here are found;
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| Few friends of mirth all here abound
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| I think of home, sweet home, denied
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| With the one I love near by my side
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| See hoisted high the flag of love
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| By heavenly breezes waved
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| Here, sailors, stop, and orders hear
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| Obey and you’ll be saved
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| When will kind fortune set me free
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| That I can quit the boisterous sea?
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| I love this ship, I love the fight
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| I love to roar into the night
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| Oh home, sweet home, so long denied
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| With the one I love near by my side
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| So rum and war shall be my share
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| As we set sail for who knows where
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| And God help the wretch who finds his flight
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| Caught in this weaker vessel’s sights
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| Now home sweet home shall soon be ours
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| For a song calls out between the stars |