| Oh! |
| Oh! |
| Oh the Londoners come to see the unterzee.
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| They flock to the docks and watch the boxes and stocks
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| That are dropped from atop off the
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| Steamers and frigates and dreadnaughts and cutters and cruisers and corvettes
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| and yachts.
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| Each and every of 'em a story has got.
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| Here’s ours:
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| T’was dark when we parted the port
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| And started our voyage to far, distant shores.
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| This tiny tub’s not the fastest for sure
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| But I’d rather have her than no transport at all
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| From humble beginnings I come for your winnings
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| There’s always a calm before there’s a storm
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| So batten the hatches and pull down your patches
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| We’re passing through Gaider’s Mourn 'till we find the dawn
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| Smell the sea breeze, a cold chill, Neptune’s deep freeze
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| Now I’m not sure of the maritime law down here
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| So we’ll do as we please
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| We sail the sea (We sail the sea)
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| The Sunless Sea, The Sunless Sea
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| We sail the sea
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| We plunder deep and run from creatures from beneath the sunless sea (The
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| sunless sea)
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| We sail the sea, The Sunless Sea, we sail the sea
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| We plunder deep and run from creatures from beneath The Sunless Sea
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| Tides are lapping on the side, rising damp.
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| Eyes widen with fright, light the lamp.
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| No mind how cramped, we will ride 'till we find any island in sight
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| Now camp.
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| Is that a lighthouse lamp or a giant crab?
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| Is it a shark, or can we disembark?
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| Oh. |
| Rats. |
| Better sink the barge,
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| Although I’m not a whale I am deffo living large.
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| You’re a landlubber I was born in sand blubber’s in my blood
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| But I look damn good when I scrub up any port in a storm, tear the pub up
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| Three months at sea means there’s gonna be some hubbub
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| We sail the sea (We sail the sea)
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| The Sunless Sea, The Sunless Sea
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| We sail the sea
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| We plunder deep and run from creatures from beneath the sunless sea (The
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| sunless sea)
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| We sail the sea, The Sunless Sea, we sail the sea
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| We plunder deep and run from creatures from beneath The Sunless Sea
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| When we’ve each had our fill of the menu
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| We head out the venue
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| Prepared to continue.
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| Turning that lard into muscle and sinew
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| Discover just how much swashbuckle is in you
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| When you’re smuggling human souls
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| Whose tombs are cold
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| You lose control.
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| You’re ravenous too, the food is mouldy, too damn salty.
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| The deep hue of this blue’s unholy
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| Fool I told ye
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| Skippers who consume their crews are lonely.
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| And fuel is low, we’ve used the coal, so I’m cruising home
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| We sail the sea (We sail the sea)
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| The Sunless Sea, The Sunless Sea
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| We sail the sea
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| We plunder deep and run from creatures from beneath the sunless sea (The
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| sunless sea)
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| We sail the sea, The Sunless Sea, we sail the sea
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| We plunder deep and run from creatures from beneath The Sunless Sea |