| A noble whale ship and commander
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| Called the Catalpa, they say
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| She sailed into Western Australia
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| And took six poor Fenians away
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| So come all you screw warders and jailers
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| Remember Perth regatta day
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| Take care of the rest of your Fenians
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| Or the Yankees will steal them away
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| You kept them in Western Australia
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| Till their hair it began to turn grey
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| When a Yank from the States of America
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| Came out here and stole them away
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| Now all the Perth boats were a-racing
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| And making short tacks fot the spot
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| But the Yankee she tacked into Fremantle
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| And took the best prize of the lot
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| So come all you screw warders and jailers
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| Remember Perth regatta day
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| Take care of the rest of your Fenians
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| Or the Yankees will steal them away
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| The Georgette armed with bold warriors
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| Went out the poor Yanks to arrest
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| But she hoisted her star-spangled banner
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| Saying you’ll not board me i guess
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| So remember those six Fenians colonial
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| And sing o’er these few verses with skill
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| And remember the Yankee that stole them
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| And the home that they left on the hill
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| So come all you screw warders and jailers
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| Remember Perth regatta day
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| Take care of the rest of your Fenians
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| Or the Yankees will steal them away |