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Room, boys ! room for old King Cole, 



Who is tir'd on land to be ; 

 He call'd for his Captain, a thirsty soul. 



And hied him away to the sea. 

 Room, boys ! room, he 's to Ireland come, 



To sip whiskey-punch so free ; — 

 In the shamrock's land 

 There never yet did stand 



Such a jolly old soul as he. 



END OF CHAPTER VI. 



