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According to the Articles of War
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All guns ready, Sir!
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And farewell to ye
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Billy Budd, King Of The Birds!
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Billy! Hist, Billy Budd!
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Blow her away...
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Boy! My Compliments To Mr. Redburn And Mr. Flint...
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Christ, the poor chap, the poor little runt!
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Claggart, John Claggart, beware!
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Come Along, Kid!
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Come here! Remember your promise
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Come out of that!
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Dansker, old friend
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Deck ahoy!
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Don't like the French!
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God o'mercy!
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Here lads!
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I Accept Their Verdict
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I don't like the look of the mist
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I heard, your honour!
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Look!... Through the port comes the moonshine astray!
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Nay, nay, you're mistaken
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O beauty, o handsomeness
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Oh, that's nothing
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Poor fellow, who could save him?
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Prologue
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Pull, my bantams
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Send for John Claggart!
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Starry Vere
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There are you again, Master-at-Arms
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Vere! Vere! - Officers and men...
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We committed his body to the deep
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William Budd, you are accused...
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You wanted to see me
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