Then there's: I woke up in the morning sick and sore, boys, Belayin' pins were flyin' 'round the deck; The mate came up and grabbed me by the collar, Sayin' If you don't sing a song, I'll break your neck. So when we got to hoistin' up the mains'l, Not a man among the bunch could sing a lick; I got up and gave a verse of Reuben Ronzo, The answer that I got would make you sick. - from Paddy, Lay Back
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