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Monday, December 15, 2014

Day 31: Glog, Grog or Wassail



Ahoy, ahoy
Tidings of great joy
Bedeck the boat from stem to stern
And every hand and voice employ
The new-born Daystar to discern
Tidings of great joy
Ahoy, ahoy

About, about
All ye faithful come
Smooth out the waves and shoot the sun
Squeeze the lime, water the rum
Sober and well we all must run
All ye faithful come
About, about

Aloft, Aloft
The sky's a choir loft
The rigging hums with angel wings
On their breezes swift we waft
To worship with shepherds and kings
They sky's a choir loft
Aloft, aloft

Alee, Alee
Safe ashore in Galilee
Then down to Bethlehem we come
No lambs or frankincense have we
We give our rates of watered rum
Safe ashore in Galilee
Alee, Alee

Avast, avast
Leave the sea at last
Never catch a fish no more
There are new nets that we will cast
To draw men to the Heav'nly shore
Leave the sea at last
Avast, avast

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