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The moon is up, the stars are bright,

The wind is fresh and free;

We’re out to seek for gold to-night

Across the silver sea.

The world was growing grey and old;

Break out the sails again!

We’re out to seek a realm of gold

Beyond the Spanish Main.

ALFRED NOYES: Drake