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Do something for me, boys |
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If I should die at sea, boys |
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Write a little note, boys |
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Set it off afloat, saying |
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Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls |
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Village and city girls by the quayside |
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Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls |
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Watching and waiting by the sea |
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Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls |
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Quiet or witty girls by the quayside |
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Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls |
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Watching and waiting by the sea |
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I think about your pale arms waving |
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When I see the caps upon the green |
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And the rocking roller-coaster ocean |
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Think about you every night when I'm fathoms asleep |
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And in my dreams |
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We are rocking in a similar motion |
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I think about the salt sea rolling |
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Down in pearly tears upon your cheeks |
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Just like the day the harbour pulled away |
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I think about your warm white sheets unfolding |
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The more I have to drink |
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The more that I can think to say |
