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My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me |
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My Johnny was a shoemaker but now he's gone to sea |
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With pitch and tar to soil his hands |
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And to sail across the sea, stormy sea |
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And sail across the stormy sea |
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His jacket was a deep sky blue and curly was his hair |
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His jacket was a deep sky blue, it was, I do declare |
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For to reive the topsails up against the mast |
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And to sail across the sea, stormy sea |
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And sail across the stormy sea |
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Some day he'll be a captain bold with a brave and a gallant crew |
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Some day he'll be a captain bold with a sword and spy-glass too |
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And when he has a gallant captain's sword |
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He'll come home and marry me, marry me |
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He'll come home and marry me |
