And steals the bones of fish
From the plates of my massive deeds
I lose my power of speech
When I see her to fling the dice
And dugs gold for some one
But keeps my hard labour without wage.
Before I sail for a change
And the cat crosses my road
I have to be the master of her
And the captain of my boat

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