| Let a captain come lead us and chart us a course
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| Through the icebergs, the fog and the hail
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| On the dog watch a strange fear invaded my heart
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| And my blood froze like rain on the sail
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| With a «Yo» and a «Ho» and there’s one thing I know
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| We’re not in the same boat at all
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| With a «Yo» and a «Ho» and the wind starts to blow
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| As we float off the edge of the world
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| A long list of saints will watch over me
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| As I’m casting my nets in the sea
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| A long list of saints just as long as your arm
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| A candle is burning for me
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| With a «Yo» and a «Ho» and there’s one thing I know
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| We’re not in the same boat at all
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| With a «Yo» and a «Ho» and the wind starts to blow
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| As we float off the edge of the world
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| (Brendan Croker now)
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| Concrete and steel and a flame in the night
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| Cromarty, Dogger and Bight
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| A diver gets bends when he’s pulled up too tight
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| All the fish can play tune on him bone
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| With a «Yo» and a «Ho» and there’s one thing I know
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| We’re not in the same boat at all
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| With a «Yo» and a «Ho» and the wind starts to blow
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| As we float off the edge of the world
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| We float off the edge of the world
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| As we float off the edge of the world
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| As we float off the edge of the world |