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Prologue 'I am an old man'
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Pull, my bantams! Pull, my sparrow-legs!...Who did that?
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Guard boat! Indomitable!
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First man forward!
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Your name? - Billy Budd, sir
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Billy Budd, king of the birds
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I heard your honour!
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Come along kid! Come along!
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Christ! The poor chap, the poor little runt!
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What's that? What's those whistles?
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Starry Vere we call him
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Boy! - Yes sir!
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Gentlemen, the King!
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Ay, at Spithead the men may have had their grievances
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We are, sir. Claggart is an able one...Land on the port bow, sir
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Blow her away, Blow her to Hilo
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We're off to Samoa
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Hi! You...a...a...
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Over the water, over the ocean
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Come here, Remember your promise
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Billy!...Hist! Billy Budd!
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Dansker, old friend, glad to see you!
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I don't like the look of the mist
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With great regret I must disturb your honour
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Deck ahoy! Enemy sail on starboard bow!
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Who'll volunteer to beard 'em in the smoke?
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There you are again, Master-at-arms
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O this cursed mist
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Claggart, John Claggart, beware! I'm not so easily deceived
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Master-at-arms and foretopman, I speak to you both
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God o' mercy!
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William Budd, you are accused...
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Poor fellow, who could save him?
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I accept their verdict
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Look! Through the port comes the moon-shine astray!
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Here! Baby!
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And farewell to ye, old Rights o' Man!
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Interlude:- Billy Budd
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"According to the Articles of War..."
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40.
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Down all hands! And see that they go!
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41.
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We committed his body to the deep
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