Daddy Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say,
  If ever I lived upon dry land,
The spot I should hit on would be little Britain!
  Says Freedom, “Why, that ’s my own island!”
      O, it ’s a snug little island!
      A right little, tight little island!...

Come, take our boy, and we will go

Before our cabin door;

The winds shall bring us, as they blow,

The murmurs of the shore;

And we will kiss his young blue eyes,

And I will sing him, as he lies,

Songs that...

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