I Catcha da Plenty of Feesh

I sail over the ocean blue,
I catch-a da plenty of feesh;
The rain come down like hell,
And the wind blow through my wheesk.
O Marian, my good compan,
O Viva le Garibaldi!
Viva, viva, viva l'Italiane!
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