| Oh, ye mariners all, as you pass by
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| Call in and drink if you are dry
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| Come spend, my lads, your money brisk
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| And pop your nose in a jug of this
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| Oh, ye mariners all, if you’ve half a crown
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| You’re welcome all for to sit down
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| Come spend, my lads, your money brisk
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| And pop your nose in a jug of this
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| Oh, ye gentlemen all, as you pass by
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| Call in and drink if you are dry
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| Call in and drink, think naught amiss
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| And pop your nose in a jug of this
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| And now I’m old and can scarcely drawl
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| Have an old grey beard and a head that’s bald
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| Fell my desire, fulfil my bliss
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| A pretty girl and a jug of this
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| Oh, when I’m in my grave and dead
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| And all my sorrows are past and fled
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| Transform me then into a fish
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| And let me swim in a jug of this
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| Oh, ye mariners all, as you pass by
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| Call in and drink if you are dry
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| Come spend, my lads, your money brisk
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| And pop your nose in a jug of this |