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| Verse - 10 | |
| A certain young Sea-Voyager, Came up to the Pier and told His Cheeky Friends this Torried Tale: The Waters of the Deep were nice and warm, Covered with streaks of Blue and Green. The Early Morning Clouds, aye, like Doves fluttered Travelled towards the Stream. As I started to set sail . . . | |
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| Verse - 3 | |
| To the Noble One, Him I will call SIR: Inspire us with your Legacy, dear Captain of the Plym! May your Spirit live on; Your Soul everlasting That Generations from and beyond your Lineage Will learn from your Values and carry through The Traditions of Love, Health, Honour and Family. So it shall be. | |
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