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O'er the roughest seas and stormy skies. Weathering shady deals and blatant lies.
Compass held with sextant high. We plot our course and down the rye.
Never veering from magnetic North. We face the challenge, we know our worth.
Through flotsam and jetsam, and thunderstorm. We ride the lightning, and break the morn.
We are The Bar Pilots, our mission pure. To always rock, steadfast endure.

THE BAR PILOTS NAME AND LOGO ARE TRADEMARKED AND PROTECTED

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