Let Go the Reef Tackle

As we sailed down the Chyannel of old Engeland,
With our pennants all flying at bay, And a
man on the yardarm aclearing The reef tayckle, and
this is what he'd say, " Let go the reef atayckle,
Let go the reef atayckle, Let
go the reef atayckle, My sheets, they are jammed! "
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