| And the ship sets the sail
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| They’ve lived the tale
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| To carry to the shore
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| Straining at the oars
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| Or staring from the rail
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| And the sea bids farewell
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| She waves in swells
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| And sends them on their way
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| Time has been her pay
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| And time will have to tell
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| Oh, soon your
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| Sailing will be over
|
| Come and take
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| The pleasures of the harbor
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| And the anchor hits the sand
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| The hungry hands
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| Have tied them to the port
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| The hour will be short
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| For leisure on the land
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| And the girls scent the air
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| They seem so fair
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| With paint on their face
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| Soft is their embrace
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| To lead them up the stairs
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| Soon your
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| Sailing will be over
|
| Come and take
|
| The pleasures of the harbor
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| In the room dark and dim
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| Touch of skin
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| He asks her of her name
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| She answers with no shame
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| And not a sense of sin
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| 'Til the fingers draw the blinds
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| Sip of wine
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| The cigarette of doubt
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| The candle is blown out
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| The darkness is so kind
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| Oh, soon your
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| Sailing will be over
|
| Come and take
|
| The pleasures of the harbor
|
| And the shadows frame the light
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| Same old sight
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| Thrill has blown away
|
| Now all alone they lay
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| Two strangers in the night
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| Till his heart skips a beat
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| He’s on his feet
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| To shipmates he must join
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| She’s counting up the coins
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| He’s swallowed by the street
|
| Oh, soon your
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| Sailing will be over
|
| Come and take
|
| The pleasures of the harbor
|
| In the bar hangs a cloud
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| The whiskey’s loud
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| There’s laughter in their eyes
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| The lonely in disguise
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| Are clinging to the crowd
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| And the bottle fills the glass
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| The haze is fast
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| He’s trembling for the taste
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| Of passion gone to waste
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| In memories of the past
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| Oh, soon your
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| Sailing will be over
|
| Come and take
|
| The pleasures of the harbor
|
| In the alley, red with rain
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| Cry of pain
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| For love was but a smile
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| Teasing all the while
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| Now dancing down the drain
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| 'Til the boys reach the dock
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| They gently mock
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| And lift him on their backs
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| Lay him on his rack
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| And leave beneath the light
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| Oh, soon your
|
| Sailing will be over
|
| Come and take
|
| The pleasures of the harbor
|
| And the ship sets the sail
|
| They’ve lived the tale
|
| To carry from the shore
|
| Straining at the oars
|
| Or staring from the rail
|
| And the sea bids farewell
|
| She waves in swells
|
| And sends them on their way
|
| Time has been her pay
|
| And time will have to tell
|
| Oh, soon your
|
| Sailing will be over
|
| Come and take
|
| The pleasures of the harbor |