We all love a pretty girl - under the rose.
How happy is the sailor's life, from coast to coast to roam; in every port he finds a wife, in every land a home.
There was a jolly miller once, / Lived on the river Dee; / He worked and sang from morn till night; / No lark more blithe than he.
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