Commentary:
"And let every man drink of his full bumper,
And let every man drink of his full glass,
We'll drink and be jolly, and drown melancholy,
And here's to the health of each true-hearted lass.
"We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar along the salt seas
Until we strike soundings in the Channel of old England,
From Ushant to Scilly 'tis thirty-five leagues."
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