There's a tall ship in the harbor tonight,
It's calling my name, should I go?
It's a three-masted schooner with impressive rigging
And a place below deck I could stow!

The white sails are billowing in the wind;
She looks like such a majestic vessel;
But where is the honor in running away?
With all of these thoughts I must wrestle.

"I'm not running away," I stubbornly think,
"I'm just seeking a grand adventure!"
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