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TAKE ME, LASS, FOR LIFE.
We may be rough outside,
Rougher than your landsmen are, But hearts within us hide
That, than theirs, are softer far ; The cheeks are rough and red,
'Gainst which the tempests blow; Don't be by that misled,
While a warm heart beats below ; Then take me, lass, for life;
A sailor's darling be; You'll know, when you're my wife,
What hearts we bring from sea.
We've not the smooth ways, perhaps, That some can show on land ;
But we're men, we sailor chaps, As your eyes can understand ; |
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