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You sailors, you lead such very bad lives, St. Peter to heaven will ne'er let you in Parson, says I, ill each port Eve but one, And never had more, wherever I've been; Below I'm obliged to be ehaste as nun, But Pm promised dozen at Fidier's Green. At Fidler's Green, where seamen true,

 When here they've done their duty, The bowl greg will still renew,

 And pledge to love and beauty.