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O I thought I heard the old man say, |
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Leave her, Johnny, leave her! |
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Tomorrow you will get your pay! |
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An' it's time for us to leave her! |
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Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat, |
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Leave her, Johnny, leave her! |
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It's Yankee John the packet rat. |
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An' it's time for us to leave her! |
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It's rotten beef an' weev'ly bread, |
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Leave her, Johnny, leave her! |
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It's pump or drown the old man said. |
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An' it's time for us to leave her! |
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We'd be better off in a nice clean jail, |
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Leave her, Johnny, leave her! |
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With all night in an' plenty o' ale! |
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An' it's time for us to leave her! |
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The mate was a bucko an' the old man a turk, |
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Leave her, Johnny, leave her! |
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The bosun was a beggar with the middle name o' work! |
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An' it's time for us to leave her! |
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Cook's a drunk, he likes to booze, |
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Leave her, Johnny, leave her! |
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Between him an' the mate there's little to choose! |
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An' it's time for us to leave her! |
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I hate to sail on this rotten tub, |
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Leave her, Johnny, leave her! |
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No grog allowed and rotten grub! |
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An' it's time for us to leave her! |
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No Liverpool bread, nor rotten crackerhash, |
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Leave her, Johnny, leave her! |
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No dandyfunk, nor cold an' sloppy hash. |
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An' it's time for us to leave her! |
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The old man shouts, the pumps stand by, |
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Leave her, Johnny, leave her! |
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Oh, we can never suck her dry. |
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An' it's time for us to leave her! |
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Now I thought I heard the old man say, |
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Leave her, Johnny, leave her! |
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Just one more pull an' then belay. |
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An' it's time for us to leave her! |
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For the voyage is done an' the winds don't blow, |
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An' it's time for us to leave her! |