| So… I started with my father, a shoreman in his crew
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| On a 30 ft long-liner off the coast of Baccalieu.
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| Next there was a trowler, til they closed the fishery down.
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| Had to sign up for the 'package', and take a berth in
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| My dad said «join the Navy», things’ll never be the same
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| Every day’s exciting, out on the hounding main.
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| But my first hitch was a rough one,
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| The 'okie' was a harsh old tub,
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| And every hand aboard he’s trying to transfer off that sub.
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| I finally made the 'Huron', she’s the envy of the fleet,
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| Monster guns, a hearty crew, and the skipper can’t be beat.
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| The best thing was the ladies, when they let them join the ship,
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| From the hair boys to the 'XO', all hands enjoyed the trip.
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| And down in the galley,
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| I can hear them start a song,
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| The hands are getting rowdy
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| Everybody sings along.
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| She’ll be handed out the honey,
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| And the sugar, till it’s gone
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| And Josephine The Baker will be cookin' all night long
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| When we’re in for spruce-up, no one wants to go ashore,
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| They’re queued up in the galley, 30 hands and sometimes more,
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| Even the old hosun put his nose in thru the door,
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| There’s no room for the timid,
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| If you want to dip an oar.
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| Well… now my hitch is over, and for Halifax I’m bound
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| Won’t miss the storms, the sailors, or the thought of being drowned.
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| But there’s one thing I’ll be thinking
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| Before I run aground, —
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| I’ll steer to Josephine The Baker,
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| And I’ll have another round. |