| «Captain, if it’s all the same to you
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| Let me ready a lifeboat»
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| «Sorry, son, though your heart may be true
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| You’d best get it stoutened or I’ll run it through
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| Here’s a sip to wash the wicked words back down your throat
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| I know my ship, my catch, and my men
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| And I know what you think you’ve seen—»
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| «Captain, you may well take offense
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| But something has to be done nonetheless
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| Or it’s off to Davy’s Locker for to calm the sea
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| Sir, it’s angry, you’re not listening, I saw a woman, I heard a bell
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| Captain, the rum welling up in your eyes
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| Will chase neither care nor curse»
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| «Nor will abstinence, son, for my fertile mind bore this ghost
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| Of the true love that I’ve left behind, and you’ll make her haunt
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| No lifeboat while I’m gone from her
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| I hear the peal of our wedding bells
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| Many miles away and months from now»
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| «Captain, if you can’t but do well by a phantom future, you’re destined
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| To dwell and weep and gnash your teeth with all the rightly drowned
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| Sir, I’m fighting for a home on the Fiddler’s Green
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| Not for a woman and a bell
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| Captain, the sea took your ship, catch, and men
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| Left you, me, and this lifeboat»
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| «Sorry, son, you’re dead wrong again
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| I’ll sail on with only the love you condemn
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| Having offered up your weak heart for a safe trip home» |