| One stormy night when we set sail
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| We were not very far from the land
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| When our captain, he spied a pretty merrymaid
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| With a comb and a glass in her hand
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| Oh, the ocean waves may roll
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| And the stormy winds may blow
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| While we poor sailors go skippin' to the top
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| And the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
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| And the landlubbers lie down below
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| Up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
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| And a well-spoken man was he
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| «I have made me a wife in old Salem town
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| Tonight sh a widow will be»
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| Oh, the ocean wavs may roll
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| And the stormy winds may blow
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| While we poor sailors go skippin' to the top
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| And the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
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| And the landlubbers lie down below
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| Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
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| And a nice-looking fellow was he
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| Says, «I care no more for my wife and my child
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| Than to do for the fish in the sea»
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| Oh, the ocean waves may roll
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| And the stormy winds may blow
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| While we poor sailors go skippin' to the top
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| And the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
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| And the landlubbers lie down below
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| Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
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| And a rough looking fellow was he
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| Says, «I care much more for my kettles and my pots
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| Than I do for the depths of the sea»
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| Oh, the ocean waves may roll
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| And the stormy winds may blow
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| While we poor sailors go skippin' to the top
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| And the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
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| And the landlubbers lie down below
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| Then three times 'round went our gallant ship
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| And three times went she
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| Then three times 'round went our gallant ship
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| And she sank to the depths of the sea
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| Oh, the ocean waves may roll
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| And the stormy winds may blow
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| While we poor sailors go skippin' to the top
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| And the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
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| And the landlubbers lie down below |