A Not Too Deep Sea Chantey

Then it's O to be on the salty sea with the breeze abaft my cheek!
And it's O for the sport of the wind aport (or-a-lee) for about a week!
As the passengers walk on the deck and talk of matters wild or tame,
And seven or eight of us fool with fate in a seven-day poker game!

Then it's O to be on the salty sea with the breeze abaft my cheek!
And it's O for the sport of the wind aport (or-a-lee) for about a week!
As the passengers walk on the deck and talk of matters wild or tame,
And seven or eight of us fool with fate in a seven-day poker game!
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