| All around old Cape Horn
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| Ships of the line, ships of the morn
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| Some who wish they’d never been born
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| They are the ghosts of Cape Horn
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| Fal deral da riddle de rum
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| With a rim dim diddy
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| And a rum dum dum
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| Sailing away at the break of morn
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| They are the ghosts of Cape Horn
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| See them all in sad repair
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| Demons dance everywhere
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| Southern gales, tattered sails
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| And none to tell the tales
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| Come all of you rustic old sea dogs
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| Who follow the great Southern Cross
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| You we’re rounding the Horn
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| In the eye of a storm
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| When ya lost 'er one day
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| And you read all yer letters
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| From oceans away
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| Then you took them to the bottom of the sea
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| All around old Cape Horn
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| Ships of the line, ships of the morn
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| Those who wish they’d never been born
|
| They are the ghosts of Cape Horn
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| Fal deral da riddle de rum
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| With a rim dim diddy
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| And a rum dum dum
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| Sailing away at the break of morn
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| They are the ghosts of Cape Horn
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| Come all you old sea dogs from Devon
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| Southampton, Penzance, and Kinsale
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| You were caught by the chance
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| Of a sailor’s last dance
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| It was not meant to be And ya read all yer letters
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| Cried anchor aweigh
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| Then ya took them to the bottom of the sea
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| All around old Cape Horn
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| Ships of the line, ships of the morn
|
| Those who wish they’d never been born
|
| They are the ghosts of Cape Horn
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| Fal deral da riddle de rum
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| With a rim dim diddy
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| And a rum dum dum
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| Sailing away at the break of morn
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| They are the ghosts of Cape Horn |