And farewell to ye, old Rights o' Man!
Never your joys no more.
Farewell to this grand rough world!
Never more shipmates, no more sea, no looking down from the heights to the depths!
But I've sighted a sail in the storm, the farshining sail that's not Fate, and I'm contented.
I've seen where she's bound for.
She has a land of her own where she'll anchor for ever.
Oh, I'm contented.
Don't matter now being hanged, or being forgotten and caught in the weeds.
Don't matter now.
I'm strong, and I know it, and I'll stay strong, I'll stay strong, and that's all, all, all, and that's enough.

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