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Oh, the gist of it all is the first day of fall |
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Is the day when my ship will set sail |
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The best of all friends will say good-bye again |
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There's still time for one last glass of ale |
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We'll sail away proudly, our backs to the wall |
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On a south wind and lots of good cheer |
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And when we've looked over the white cliffs of Dover |
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We'll be in Bahama next year |
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From Bermuda on down the Triangle around us |
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Will teach us a lesson or two |
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There's many a mate who unevenly stated |
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The course he had charted was true |
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"Don't worry 'bout me," he said "Go down below |
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Give a certified sailor a turn |
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Just sip on your rum or I'll give you my thumb and say |
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Son you got something t' learn" |
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It's a mighty hard way to come down and a mighty fine way to be found |
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So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship |
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Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips with some luck tonight |
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I might have her at my fingertips |
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Oh, the best of all things is the first day of spring |
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When when the water runs heavy and fast |
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The mermaids have all gone to Davy Jones' Ball |
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And it seems their first trip was their last |
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They had so much fun, they don't wish to return |
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To the beach where they lay all day long |
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They'd rather stay under and boy it's no wonder |
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When all the rock lobsters roll on |
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It's a mighty fine way to be found |
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Triangle Triangle, oh see my ship dangle |
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We're bound for Bahama my friend |
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Like lovers like danger, like babies like mangers |
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But that's where my storybook ends |
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Like soldiers of fortune, believers in God |
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And all kings without crosses to bear |
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All sweepers and cleaners with no misdemeanors |
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Should try the triangle out there |
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It's a mighty hard way to come down |
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And a mighty fine way to be found |
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So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship |
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Put the kiss of dawn on my lips with some luck tonight |
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I might have her at my fingertips |
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When she took her last tumble, the sea bottom rumbled |
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There was no confusion or blame |
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The captain said, "Men we must answer again |
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to the sea so ye may not complain" |
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And as they lay sleeping down there in the deep |
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With their faces turned up to the stars |
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A tuna fish turned to a mermaid in bed and said |
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"There goes another sandbar" |
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It's a mighty hard way to come down |
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And a mighty fine way to be found |
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So hand me my grip from an old sailing ship |
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Put the kiss of the dawn on my lips |
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With some luck tonight I might have her at my fingertips |
