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Procol Harum |
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Miscellaneous |
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A Salty Dog |
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"A Salty Dog" by Procol Harum |
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"All hands on deck! We've run afloat!" |
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I heard the captain cry |
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"Explore the ship! Replace the cook! |
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Let no one leave alive!" |
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Across the straits, around the horn |
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How far can sailors fly? |
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A twisted path, our tortured course |
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And no one left alive |
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We sailed for parts unknown to man |
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Where ships come home to die |
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No lofty peak, nor fortress bold |
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Could match our captain's eye |
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Upon the seventh sea-sick day |
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We made our port of call |
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A sand so white, and sea so blue |
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No mortal place at all |
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We fired the guns and burned the mast |
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And rowed from ship to shore |
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The captain cried, we sailors wept |
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Our tears were tears of joy |
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Now many moons and many Junes |
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Have passed since we made land |
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Salty Dog, the seaman's log |
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Your witness in my own hand |
