| A dirty old shellback called Willy
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| And his friend little tarney McCoone
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| Sailed all the oceans, but now they’re back in town
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| They joined in with gay dog McClover
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| A retired fishing man, but a swank
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| A thorough-paced scoudrel, who just threw his weight about
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| Together the kings of the backstreets
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| Together they live just for fun
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| Until the end of their days
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| A sailor’s delight every night by the harbour
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| Where girls hang around with the men of the sea
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| Where old fishing men may tell their tall stories
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| Craving for gin and together they sing
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| A sailor’s delight every night by the harbour
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| Where girls hang around with the men of the sea
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| Where old fishing men may tell their tall stories
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| Craving for gin and together they sing
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| Froth-crested waves on the oceans
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| They will bring them all over the world
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| To live in clover with all the girls in town
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| They grew up with rabble and rousers
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| A blind-alley life on the sea
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| They would end on the gallows, the price of the lives they lived
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| Together the kings of the backstreets
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| Together they live just for fun
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| Until the end of their days
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| A sailor’s delight every night by the harbour
|
| Where girls hang around with the men of the sea
|
| Where old fishing men may tell their tall stories
|
| Craving for gin and together they sing
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| A sailor’s delight every night by the harbour
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| Where girls hang around with the men of the sea
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| Where old fishing men may tell their tall stories
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| Craving for gin and together they sing |