You say I am unwell
I can not ring libertys bell
Icrush your desire
That fire you have grows higher
So give back my ships
And I will tear your cards
We had little merit
Your life was hard
So the French embarrassed us so
With libertys best show
That lady that visits the harbor great
She answers to your lake
And dignity was not at its best
I have you with the rest
The harbor is rarely clear
And wages go on for a year
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