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Come a shore, come, merrie mates,
With your nimble heeles and pates:
Summon ev'ry man his Knight,
Enough honour'd is this night.
Now, let your Sea-borne Goddesse come,
Quench these lights, and make all dombe.
Some sleepe; others let her call:
And so Godnight to all, godnight to all.
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