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SIR EDWARD PELL AT PLYMOUTH
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it's ABSENCE MAKES US FONDEST |
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WHEN FIRST I WENT A WHaLING |
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THE OLD STUFF IS HERE IN US STILL |
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'TIS TRUE THAT OUR LOT IS BUT ROUGH |
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SAYS NANCY TO ME WHEN I PARTED |
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OH, I CARE NOT FOR THE NORTH WIND |
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THEIR HEARTS ARE WITH US, BOYS |
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WE WOULD NOT THINK OF YOU IN TEARS |
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