| «What shall we do with the drunken sailor?»
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| So the saying goes
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| We’re not tight, but we’re none too bright
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| Great Scott, I don’t suppose
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| We’ve lost our way
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| And we’ve lost our pay
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| And to make the thing complete
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| We’ve been and gone and lost the blooming fleet
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| Has anybody seen our ship
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| The H.M.S. |
| Peculiar?
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| We’ve been on shore
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| For a month or more
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| And when we see the captain we shall get what for
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| Heave ho, me hearties
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| Sing glory hallelujah
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| A lady bold as she could be
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| Pinched our whistles at the Golden Key
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| Now we’re in between the devil and the deep blue sea
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| Has anybody seen our ship?
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| What shall be done with the girls on shore
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| Who lead our tars astray?
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| What’s to be done with the drunks galore
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| That make them pass away?
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| We’ve got wet ears
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| From our first five beers
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| After that we lost control
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| And now we find we’re up the blinking pole
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| Has anybody seen our ship
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| The H.M.S. |
| Disgusting?
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| We’ve three guns aft and another fore
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| And they’ve promised us a funnel for the next world war
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| Heave ho, me hearties
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| The quarter-deck needs dusting
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| We had a binge last Christmas year
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| Nice plum pudding and a round of beer
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| But the captain pulled his cracker and we cried, «Oh, dear!»
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| Has anybody seen our ship?
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| Has anybody seen our ship
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| The H.M.S. |
| Suggestive?
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| She sailed away
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| Across the bay
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| And we haven’t had a smell of her since New Year’s Day
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| Heave ho, me hearties
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| We’re getting rather restive
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| We pooled our money, spent the lot
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| The world forgetting by the world forgot
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| Now we haven’t got a penny for the you know what
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| Has anybody seen our ship |