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LYRICS

The world of waters is our home.

And merry men are we.

There's tempest in yon horned moon,

And lightning in yon cloud;

And hark the music, mariners!

The wind is wakening loud.

The wind is wakening loud, my boys,

The lightning flashes free—

The hollow oak our palace is,

Our heritage the sea.