| In Yarmouth town there lived a man
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| He had a little tavern by the strand
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| And the landlord had a daughter fair
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| Pretty little thing with golden hair
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| Won’t you come down
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| Won’t you come down
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| Won’t you come down to Yarmouth town
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| One night there came a sailor man
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| He asked the daughter for her hand
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| Well I won’t marry you she said
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| I have all I want without being wed
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| But if with me you’d like to linger
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| I’ll tie some string all around my finger
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| As you walk by, pull on my string
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| I’ll come down and let you in Well the very next day at closing time
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| The sailor man goes off to the strand
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| And as he walks by pulls on that string
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| And she came down and let him right in Well he’s never such a sight before
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| A string on her finger was all she wore
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| So all you men who to Yarmouth go If ya see those girls with their hair hung low
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| All ya gotta do is pull their strings
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| And they’ll come down and let you right in |