| O the times are hard and the wages low
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| Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| I guess it’s time for us to go!
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| An' it’s time for us to leave her!
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| O I thought I heard the old man say
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| Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| Tomorrow you will get your pay!
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| An' it’s time for us to leave her!
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| Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat
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| Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| It’s Yankee John the packet rat
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| An' it’s time for us to leave her!
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| It’s rotten beef an' weev’ly bread
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| Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| It’s pump or drown the old man said
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| An' it’s time for us to leave her!
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| We’d be better off in a nice clean jail
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| Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| With all night in an' plenty o' ale!
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| An' it’s time for us to leave her!
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| The mate was a bucko an' the old man a turk
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| Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| The bosun was a beggar with the middle name o' work!
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| An' it’s time for us to leave her!
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| Cook’s a drunk, he likes to booze
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| Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| Between him an' the mate there’s little to choose!
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| An' it’s time for us to leave her!
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| I hate to sail on this rotten tub
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| Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| No grog allowed and rotten grub!
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| An' it’s time for us to leave her!
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| No Liverpool bread, nor rotten crackerhash
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| Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| No dandyfunk, nor cold an' sloppy hash
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| An' it’s time for us to leave her!
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| The old man shouts, the pumps stand by
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| Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| Oh, we can never suck her dry
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| An' it’s time for us to leave her!
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| Now I thought I heard the old man say
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| Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
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| Just one more pull an' then belay
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| An' it’s time for us to leave her!
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| For the voyage is done an' the winds don’t blow
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| An' it’s time for us to leave her! |