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We travel at night By the light of the moon We follow in the wake Into a Long Bay We anchors away Safe for the night Four brothers and I Wake with a gloom We bathe in the brine Ever too soon For a captain's call Hauling in the line We make our way Home by dark Four brothers and I Tie up to the barge Ever too soon We gather and sort Carrying our weight We make for the car. From Letras Mania