| Well here we are, we’re back again
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| Safe upon the shore
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| In Belfast town we’d like to stay
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| And go to sea no more
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| We’ll go into a public house
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| And drink till we’re content
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| For the lassies they will love us
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| Till our money is all spent
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| So pass the flowin' bowl
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| Boys there’s whiskey in the jar
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| And we’ll drink to all the lassies
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| And the jolly roving tar
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| Oh Johnny did you miss me
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| When the nights were long and cold
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| Or did you find another love
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| In your arms to hold
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| Says he I thought of only you
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| While on the sea afar
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| So come up the stairs and cuddle
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| With your jolly roving tar
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| So pass the flowin' bowl
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| Boys there’s whiskey in the jar
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| And we’ll drink to all the lassies
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| And the jolly roving tar
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| Well in each other’s arms they rolled
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| Till the break of day
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| When the sailor rose and said farewell
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| I must be on me way
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| Ah don’t you leave me Johnny lad
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| I thought you’d marry my
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| Says he I can’t be married
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| For I’m married to the sea
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| So pass the flowin' bowl
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| Boys there’s whiskey in the jar
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| And we’ll drink to all the lassies
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| And the jolly roving tar
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| Well come all you bonnie lasses
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| And a warning take by me
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| And never trust and Irishman
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| An inch above your knee
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| He’ll tease you and he’ll squeeze you
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| And when he’s had his fun
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| He’ll leave you in the morning
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| With a daughter or a son
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| So pass the flowin' bowl
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| Boys there’s whiskey in the jar
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| And we’ll drink to all the lassies
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| And the jolly roving tar
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| So pass the flowin' bowl
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| Boys there’s whiskey in the jar
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| And we’ll drink to all the lassies
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| And the jolly roving tar |