| Oh me name’s Able Rodgers, a share man am I On a three masted schooner from Twillingate Isle
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| I’ve been the world over north, south, east, and west
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| But the middle of nowhere wheres' I likes it best
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| Where its wave over wave, sea over bow
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| I’m as happy a man as the sea will allow
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| Theres no other life for a sailor like me And to sail the salt sea boys, sail the sea
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| There’s no other life but to sail the salt sea
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| Well I leave my wife lonely ten months of the year
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| For she built me a home and raised my children there
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| She never come out to bid farewell to me Or ken why a sailor must sail the salt sea
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| The work it is hard and the hours are long
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| But my spirit is willing, my back it is strong
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| And when the works over the whisky will pour
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| We’ll dance with the girls upon some foreign shore
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| I’ve sailed the world over for decades or more
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| And oft times I wonder what I do it for
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| I dont know the answer its pleasure and pain
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| But with life to live over I’d do it again |