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Oh,
the weather outside is frightful
But rum is so delightful
And since we've no place to go,
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow!
I
hear merry-bells a-ringing,
But Gibbs is also singing;
Will someone please knock him cold?
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow!
When
we finally say goodnight
How we'll hate going out in the storm.
So why don't we just start a fight,
And that way we'll stay nice and warm!
Happy
hour is slowly dying,
And, mates, we're still good-bying,
But so long as the rum can flow,
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow!
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