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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.