| Oh, times were hard and the wages low
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| «Leave her, Johnny, leave her.»
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| I guess it’s time for us to go
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| «It's time for us to leave her.»
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| Beware these packet ships, I say
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| «Leave her, Johnny, leave her.»
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| They’ll steal your stores and your clothes away
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| «It's time for us to leave her.»
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| There’s Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat
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| «Leave her, Johnny, leave her.»
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| And Yankee John, the pocket rat
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| «It's time for us to leave her.»
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| She would not wear and she would not stay
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| «Leave her, Johnny, leave her.»
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| She shipped great seas both night and day
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| «It's time for us to leave her.»
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| Its rotten beef and waverly bread
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| «Leave her, Johnny, leave her.»
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| It was pump or drown, the old man said
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| «It's time for us to leave her.»
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| The sails all furled, our work is done
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| «Leave her, Johnny, leave her.»
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| And now ashore we’ll take our run
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| «It's time for us to leave her.»
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| Oh, what will us poor shellbacks do?
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| «Leave her, Johnny, leave her.»
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| Our money’s gone, more work to do
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| «It's time for us to leave her.» |