At dreary midnight\u27s cheerless hour, Deserted e\u27en by Cynthia\u27s beams,When tempests beat and torrents pour,And twinkling stars no longer gleam;The wearied sailor spent with toil,And still the lengthened hour to guile,Sings as he views the gath\u27ring clouds,Sings as he views the gath\u27ring clouds,Larboard watch Ahoy! Larborad watch Ahoy! With anxious care he eyes each wave,That swelling threatens to o\u27erwhelm,And his storm beaten bark to save,Directs with skill the faithful helm;With joy he drinks the cheering grog,With joy he heaves the reeling log,And marks the leeway and the course,Marks the leeway and the course,Larboard watch \u26c. But who can speak the joy he feels, While o\u27er the foam and vessel reels, And his tir\u27d eyelids slumb\u27ring fall, He rouses at the welcome call Of Larboard watch Ahoy! Larboard watch, Larboard watch, Larboard watch Ahoy
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