| When it’s old, when it’s old
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| When it’s begged and hollow and sold
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| When it’s time, when it’s time
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| When there’s no sweet fish on my line
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| They don’t bite, they don’t bite
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| Not like my dreams in the night
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| Where I’d try and I’d try
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| But I wouldn’t know how to fight
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| When I’m bold, when I’m bold
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| I could skin, and scale and, you, hold
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| On the wharf, on the wharf
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| With my legs hanging over the water
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| They don’t bite, they don’t bite
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| Not like my dreams in the night
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| Where I’d try and I’d try
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| But I wouldn’t know how to fight
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| When I’m old, when I’m old
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| When I’m built upon and grown over
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| When I’m stopped like a clock
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| That’s hands got slower and slower
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| I won’t mind
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| I won’t mind no more dreams inthe night
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| Where I’d try and I’d try
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| But I wouldn’t know how to fight
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| From the wharf to the boat
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| Oh, don’t you know?
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| Oh, there she blows!
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| There she blows! |