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Chantie man : Ran-zo was a tailor, 
AH together : Ranzo, boys, Ranzo ! 
Chantie man: Now he's called a sailor, 
All together: Ranzo, boys, Ranzo ! 
The skipper was a dandy, 
Ranzo, boys, Ranzo ! 
And was too fond of Brandy, 
Ranzo, boys, Ranzo ! 
They call him now a sailor ! 
Ranzo, boys, Ranzo ! 
The master of a whaler ! 
Ranzo, boys, Ranzo I 
There is a fine sudden ring in the chorus that goes well 
with the wind and squalls. ' Belay,' shouts the mate, and 
the crew repeat * belay/ and the chantie stops in the middle 
of a Ran-zo. Away the men go forward laughing and 
Skinning albatross. 
splashing and sliding along the wet decks to set the fore 
topgallant, and the chantie sounds far away. In the 
evening the wind rose again from squalls to a gale. For 
the last six days we have made but seventy miles. Thir- 
