We be three poor mariners
Newly come from the seas;
We spend our lives in jeopardy
While others live at ease
Shall we go dance the round, the round, the round
Shall we go dance the round, the round, the round
And he that is a bully boy
Come pledge me on this ground, a ground, a ground
We care not for these martial men
That do our states disdain;
But we care for those merchant men
Who do our states maintain
To them we dance this round, around, around
To them we dance the round, around, around
And he that is a bully boy
Come pledge me on this ground, a ground, a ground
From Songs From Shakespeare's Plays, Kines
@sailor @dance
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