| Our beloved barquentine;
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| Finer ship I’ve never seen.
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| Sturdy, stubborn, strong as oak,
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| She took us far as she could go.
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| 'Til she came under attack
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| by the pressure of the Pack.
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| As her days
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| began to wane,
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| Flightless birds sang the refrain.
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| Goodnight, sweet chariot, goodnight.
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| Oh, how the Emporers, they cried.
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| Goodnight, sweet chariot, goodnight.
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| Oh, how the Emporers, they cried all through the night.
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| She put up a noble fight;
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| Thirty days and thirty nights.
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| As her timbers creaked and moaned,
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| We heard 'em crack like breaking bone.
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| The mighty stern was last to go;
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| Disappeared beneath the flow.
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| And on the day,
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| She slipped away,
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| Flightless birds, they gathered and sang.
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| Goodnight, sweet chariot, goodnight.
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| Oh, how the Emporers, they cried all through the night,
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| Sweet chariot, goodnight.
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| Oh, how the Emporers, they cried.
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| (Interlude)
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| Nah nah nah-nah-nah-nah
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| Nah nah nah-nah-nah-nah
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| Nah nah nah-nah-nah-nah
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| Goodnight, sweet chariot, goodnight.
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| Oh, how the Emporers, they cried all through the night, |
| Sweet chariot, goodnight.
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| Oh, how the Emporers, they cried all through the night. |