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Our ship, she dreams of wind in her sails,
Of wind in her sails unfurled.
And Shining as we cross the sea,
We cross the sea for home.
Then we'll all raise our voices,
A song in our hearts.
And set our eyes on distant shores
With wind in her sails again.
There'll be cheering and calling.
No more squabbling and brawling
When we have the wind in our sails.
When we have our feet on the ground.
We'll sow our good fortune around.
There'll be feasting and pleasure.
No more rationing and measure.
When we have the wind in our sails.
