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With a lady-like devotion |
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She sails the bitter ocean |
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If it wasn't for lovesick sailors |
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There'd be nothin' left but flotsam |
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Singin' why me oh my |
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Is there a better man than i |
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I hope you find your way back home |
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Before you're lyin' high and dry |
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I hope you find your way back home |
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Before you die |
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Her sails blow like bubbles |
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While ya sip yer daily doubles |
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If she wasn't so fond of the weather |
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She might give the deckhands trouble |
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Singin' why me oh my |
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Is there a better man than i |
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I hope you find your way back home |
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Before you're lyin' high and dry |
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I hope you find your way back home |
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Before you die |
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One day when i grew older |
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And i found i could not hold her |
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She took on a fine young skipper |
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Who soon run her up on a boulder |
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Singin' why me oh my |
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Is there a better man than i |
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I hope you find your way back home |
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Before you're lyin' high and dry |
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I hope you find your way back home |
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Before you die |
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Now the pleasures of the harbor |
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Don't include a lady barber |
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If it wasn't for long john silver |
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All of us pirates would've been martyrs |
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Singin' why me oh my |
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Is there a better man than i |
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I hope you find your way back home |
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Before you're lyin' high and dry |
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I hope you find your way back home |
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Before you're lyin' high and dry |
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I hope you find your way back home |
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Before you die |
