| I knows a town, an' it’s a fine town
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| And many a brig goes sailin' to its quay;
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| I knows an inn, an' it’s a fine inn
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| An' a lass that’s fair to see
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| I knows a town, an' it’s a fine town;
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| I knows an inn, an' it’s a fine inn--
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| But Oh my lass, an' Oh the gay gown
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| Which I have seen my pretty in!
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| I knows a port, an' it’s a good port
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| An' many a brig is ridin' easy there;
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| I knows a home, an' it’s a good home
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| An' a lass that’s sweet an' fair
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| I knows a port, an' it’s a good port
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| I knows a home, an' it’s a good home--
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| But Oh the pretty that is my sort
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| What’s wearyin' till I come!
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| I knows a day, an' it’s a fine day
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| The day a sailor man comes back to town;
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| I knows a tide, an' it’s a good tide
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| The tide that gets you quick to anchors down
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| I knows a day, an' it’s a fine day
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| I knows a tide, an' it’s a good tide--
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| And God help the lubber, I say
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| What’s stole the sailor man’s bride! |