Chapter IV

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Their paint came from the Dockyard Store.
(_Chorus_) Heave away, my bullies.
Their paint came from the Dockyard Store,
And they got their whack and they got no more,
For that’s the essence of the Navy Law,
Your due’s a gallon and you won’t get four,
A thing that they can’t understand ashore.
(_Chorus_) Heave away from Plymouth.