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The old sailor sat at the window seat |
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So he could watch as the ships went by |
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And he drank from a glass that was always filled |
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For the rest of us would buy. |
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And he would tell us tales about the ships that sailed |
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When he was young and strong. |
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And when he thought we'd heard enough of his words |
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He'd break into this song. |
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Dee dee dee dah dah dah dee dee dee dah dah |
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Dah dah dee dee dee dum. |
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Each and every day he'd spend this way |
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Until the stroke of four |
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When a woman as rough as a dockside tough |
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Came bursting through the door. |
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She'd stalk up to that sailor |
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And he'd shrink to the size of a pin. |
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And she'd curse and shout and as she hauled him out |
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He'd say with a sheepish grin: |
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I've sailed the southern oceans |
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And the stormy northern sea, |
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But now that me sailin's over, me boys, |
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It's harbor time for me. |
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I know you call us Salt and Pepper, |
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For an old salt I may be, |
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But though she may be pepper to you, me boys, |
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She's sweet as sugar to me. |
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Dee dee dee dah dah dah dee dee dee dah dah |
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Dah dah dee dee dee dum. |
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Yes, we called them Salt and Pepper, |
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For that's the way she was |
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And it seemed she got as least as hot |
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As fresh red pepper does. |
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And a bunch of the boys made offers |
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To protect him from her wrath, |
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But each and every time, he would decline, |
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Declaring with a laugh: |
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I've sailed the southern oceans |
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And the stormy northern sea, |
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But now that me sailin's over, me boys, |
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It's harbor time for me. |
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I know you call us Salt and Pepper, |
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For an old salt I may be, |
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But though she may be pepper to you, me boys, |
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She's sweet as sugar to me. |
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Dee dee dee dah dah dah dee dee dee dah dah |
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Dah dah dee dee dee dum. |
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I've had my body broken, |
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Not drowned, but parched bone-dry. |
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I've heard my name be spoken, |
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I've spit in the Devil's eye. |
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The sea once was my mistress, |
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Now Pepper's replaced her. |
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But just another captain, |
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Like my tough old captain's were. |
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And you can have your milquetoast ladies, |
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I'm made of old salt brine, |
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And the gal you saw had starch in her craw, |
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Not a lace instead of a spine. |
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Sure, the old girl can get tough at times, |
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But a sailor's what I've been, |
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And when a storm's about, you learn to ride it out, |
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So you can sail once again. |
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I've sailed the southern oceans |
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And the stormy northern sea, |
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But now that me sailin's over, me boys, |
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It's harbor time for me. |
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I know you call us Salt and Pepper, |
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For an old salt I may be, |
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But though she may be pepper to you, me boys, |
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She's sweet as sugar to me. |
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Dee dee dee dah dah dah dee dee dee dah dah |
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Dah dah dee dee dee dum |