| When we go back to sea, married men we all will be — hey!
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| Three jolly sailors they came ashore one day
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| In search of pretty damsels to marry and carry away
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| «We come from Nowhere Island where love is scarce and rare
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| Come on me merry boys, and we’ll find some maidens fair!»
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| Brunettes and blondes, we’ll miss not even one
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| Aweille! |
| We’ll try 'em, we’ll charm and mystify 'm
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| The small ones, the tall ons, we’ll court 'em one and all!
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| Life is too short for a man to miss the boat
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| And the ladies are too kind for a man to leave behind
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| We’ll take our courage by the hand
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| And row towards the promised land
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| When we go back to sea, married men we all will be!
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| The youngest of the three lost no time in making free
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| He went into an inn and he charmed the company
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| «A. |
| blacksmith’s son I am, I’ve a stomach like a pan
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| Without blinking an eye, I’ll drink the barrel dry»
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| The second jolly tar strong and stout he roamed afar
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| He searched the streets and squares for a maiden young and fair
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| «I am a soldier’s son, with my musket fife and gun
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| I’ll melt the hearts and drawers of ladies old and young!»
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| Brunettes and blondes, we’ll miss not even one
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| Aweille! |
| We’ll try 'em, we’ll charm and mystify 'em
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| The small ones, the tall ones, we’ll court 'em one and all!
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| Life is too short for a man to miss the boat
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| And the ladies are too kind for a man to leave behind
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| We’ll take our courage by the hand
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| And row towards the promised land
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| When we go back to sea, married men we all will be!
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| The last gallant sailor, he knew he could persuade 'er
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| If he found a pretty girl, he’d take her for a whirl
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| «Son of a fisherman, my rod is long and strong
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| I’ll catch the prettiest maiden, to marry and carry away!»
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| Brunettes and blondes, we’ll miss not even one
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| Aweille! |
| We’ll try 'em, we’ll charm and mystify 'em
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| The small ones, the tall ones, we’ll court 'em one and all!
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| Life is too short for a man to miss the boat
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| And the ladies are too kind for a man to leave behind
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| We’ll take our courage by the hand
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| And row towards the promised land
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| When we go back to sea, married men we all will be! |