| With rue my heart is laden, | With rue my heart is laden, |
| For country friends I had. | For the navy command I had. |
| For many a loose-lipped maiden, | My precious sea maiden, |
| and many a slack-jawed lad. | Lost by a loose-lipped lad. |
| From books too big for reading, | In oceans too deep for diving, |
| Those slack-jawed lads are laid. | That loose-lipped lad is laid. |
| And loose-lipped maids are sleepin', | And so my there too lies sleeping, |
| In beds that they have made. | My precious steel sea maid. |
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