| So we said goodbye to Barcelona
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| Oh, with a bunch of brand fine new strings in our hand
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| We all know and we all knew, the crew know
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| Oh, that the captain’s gin bottle rarely left his hand
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| Message broke in on the faulty wireless
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| Was a storm force warnin', numbered gale nine
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| When the crew brought out the hymn books and stood around us
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| And we sang our hearts out all night Auld Lang Syne
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| Oh, there were many of us here when we started
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| But the numbers they have dwindled one by one
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| Oh, some have left, some been carried off here
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| But I guess we’re here until this job is done
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| So we said goodbye to Barcelona
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| Oh, with a flotsam 'n' jetsam floating way behind
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| Yeah, and seagulls with them fish, they followed jumpin'
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| And you could almost hear the singin' of those sirens
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| And there were many of us here when we started
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| Oh, but the numbers, they have dwindled one by one
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| Oh, now, some have left an' some been carried from here
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| Oh, but I guess we’re here until this job is done
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| So we said goodbye to friends with friendship
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| With a hug and kiss and misty in the eye
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| Now I’m here back home with my kin and kinship
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| I say a prayer for those at sea and I know why |