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Another dish - was served up twice -
T'was [[underlined]]rusty musty [[/underlined]], half boiled [[underlined]]rice[[/underlined]]
But whether raised for [[underlined]]south[[/underlined]] or [[underlined]]west[[/underlined]]
T'was put on board for very best.

Three times a week 'twas full enough
We had a kind of paste termed [[underlined]]Duff-[[/underlined]]
Of [[underlined]]flour grease [[/underlined]]and[[underlined]]raisens[[/underlined]]few
To eat was much as we could do.

Our [[underlined]]Pork[[/underlined]] was said to be pure mess -
The truth we credit none the less;
Our [[underlined]]Peas[[/underlined]] as served in [[underlined]]burnt[[/underlined]] up [[underlined]]porrige[[/underlined]]
Have lived at least a good old age.

Our [[underlined]]Tea[[/underlined]]our [[underlined]]Coffee[[/underlined]] all by chance
Would not compare with [[underlined]]"A la France" [[/underlined]]
'Twas neither [[underlined]] Hyson [[/underlined]] nor [[underlined]] Bohen [[/underlined]] 
'Twas neither [[underlined]]Java[[/underlined]] nor [[underlined]]Mocha[[/underlined]]

We've had no trouble few disputes
Except among our [[underlined]]canine brutes[/underlined]]
But of't have we been startled up
By the hoarse fierce growl of the [[underlined]]Bull Pup[[/underlined]]

So here we come to bid a dieu
To all the scenes we have passed through
For a life on the [[underlined]]Sacramento's[[/underlined]] shore
Among the beds of glittering [[underlined]]ore[/underlined]]

A dieu old Ship - with joy a dieu
A dieu my friends with grief to you
May [[underlined]]wealth[[/underlined]] yet crown your [[underlined]]all[[/underlined]] success
Is the Author's last and free bequest.

Chorus,
Come come ye Yankees sing
Then to the [[underlined]]Gold Beds[[/underlined]] we will wing
Come come ye Yankees sing
Loud let your voices ring.