| There once was a ship that put to sea
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| The name of the ship was the Billy o’ Tea
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| The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down
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| O blow, my bully boys, blow (Huh!)
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| Soon may the Wellerman come
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| To bring us sugar and tea and rum
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| One day, when the tonguin’ is done
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| We’ll take our leave and go
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| She’d not been two weeks from shore
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| When down on her, a right whale bore
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| The captain called all hands and swore
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| He’d take that whale in tow (Huh!)
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| Soon may the Wellerman come
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| To bring us sugar and tea and rum
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| One day, when the tonguin’ is done
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| We’ll take our leave and go
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| Da-da, da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
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| Da-da, da-da-da-da
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| Da-da-da-da-da-
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| What will we do with a drunken sailor?
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| What will we do with a drunken sailor?
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| What will we do with a drunken sailor?
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| Earl-eye in the morning
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| Put him in the brig until he sobers,
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| Put him in the brig until he sobers,
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| Put him in the brig until he sobers,
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| Earl-eye in the morning
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| Way hay and up she rises
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| Way hay and up she rises
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| Way hay and up she rises
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| Earl-eye in the morning!
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| Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high
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| “Leave her, Johnny, leave her!”
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| She shipped it green and none went by
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| And it’s time for us to leave her
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| Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| For the voyage is long and the winds don’t blow
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| And it’s time for us to leave her
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| Them Cape Cod ships ain’t got no sails
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| Haul away, haul away!
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| They’d all blown off in the Northeast gales
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| And we’re bound away for Australia!
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| So heave her up me bully, bully boys
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| Haul away, haul away!
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| Heave her up and don’t you make a noise
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| And we’re bound away for Australia!
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| Hey! |
| Santiana gained a day
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| Away Santiana!
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| “Now!-poleon of the West”, they say
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| Along the plains of Mexico
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| Well, heave ‘er up and away we’ll go
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| Away Santiana!
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| Heave ‘er up and away we’ll go
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| Along the plains of Mexico
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| She’s a fast clipper ship and a bully good crew
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| Away Santiana!
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| And an old salty yank for a captain too
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| Along the plains of Mexico
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| Well, heave ‘er up and away we’ll go
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| Away Santiana!
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| Heave ‘er up and away we’ll go
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| Along the plains of Mexico
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| Santiana fought for gold
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| Away Santiana!
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| Around Cape Horn through the ice and snow
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| Along the plains of Mexico
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| Well, heave ‘er up and away we’ll go
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| Away Santiana!
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| Heave ‘er up and away we’ll go
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| Along the plains of Mexico
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| So leave her Johnny off we’ll go
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| The drunken sailor Wellerman whaler
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| Bound away for Mexico |