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Crown my desire fulfill my bliss |
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A pretty young girl and a jug of this |
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All of my sorrows are past and fled |
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Until I'm in my grave and dead |
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Those pretty young girls come out in flocks |
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With short-legged drawers and long frailed locks |
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And all of the girls will spend out way |
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We'll not see more until another day |
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There she blows, one for the road |
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Leave my mark in a place like thos |
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I keep my distance at a sailor's pitch |
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Many thousand miles are behind me |
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A place to call home is the open sea |
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There be no place like home |
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What's left behind |
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Is what I carry with me |
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Castaway in insanity |
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Seal my fate as |
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I take the piss |
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Destined to roam, no place to miss |
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There be no place like home |
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More miles to go, one for the road |
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Steady as she goes, one for the road |
