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LOW’S WELCOME SPEECH (PI – Occasional Poem (Welcome Aboard))
Aye, me hearties,
tis time for celebration
tis time for welcomnation
to ye Firstie mateys,
though no Firsties for long.
Welcome, Lubber raised
twins of song,
born of the one true Captain,
may his soul float in friendly seas,
and the one true water Queen,
may her song ring ever in the breeze.
Raise thy mugs and shout with me,
Welcome, Morgan,
Welcome, JD!