| I always will remember my calling destiny
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| A green recruit, a Seabee suit
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| A ship called Annie B
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| One night I had a dream
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| A voice whispering my name
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| A funny little man appeared
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| Out of the dark he came
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| He said that he was hungry
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| My bread with him I shared
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| «Beware!», he told me thankfully, «your vessel needs repair!
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| A storm is rising out at sea
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| Your ship cannot contend
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| Listen when I knock-knock-knock:
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| The hull you need to mend! |
| "
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| They call me the Klabautermann
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| A few have seen my face
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| I come from Northern Germany
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| My warning do embrace
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| I sail the seven seas
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| Providing your security
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| Remember: When a storm appears
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| You’ll need a man like me
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| I told the Captain of my dream:
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| «The hull it must be checked!»
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| He didn’t heed my warning, shouting:
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| «Sailor, scrub the deck!»
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| I tried to warn the crew
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| But into jail then I was cast
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| «Another tale like that
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| And you’ll be hanging from the mast!»
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| In Tripoli we landed
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| And I was banned from board
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| The Annie B., she sailed
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| And left me standing on the shore
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| Out on the horizon rolling clouds of black and grey
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| And every time I think of her
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| I still can hear him say |