Here entereth the mariners with a song -

LUSTILY , lustily, let us sail forth,
The wind trim doth serve us, it blows at the North.

All things we have ready, and nothing we want,
To furnish our ship that rideth hereby:
Victuals and weapons, they be nothing scant,
Like worthy mariners ourselves we will try.
Lustily, lustily etc.

Her flags be new trimmed set flaunting aloft,
Our ship for swift swimming, Oh she doth excell:
We fear no enemies, we have escaped them oft;
Of all ships that swimmeth, she bareth the bell.
Lustily, lustily. etc.

And here is a master excelleth in skill,
And our master's mate, he is not to seek:
And here is a boatswain will do his good will,
And here is a shipboy, we never had the leek.
Lustily, lustily. etc.

If fortune then fail not, and our next voyage prove,
We will return merrily, and make good cheer,
And hold all together as friends linked in love;
The cans shall be filled with wine, ale and beer.
Lustily, lustily. etc.
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