| Sally’s in the alley and Nancy’s on the game
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| Emily is pregnant and wondering who to blame.
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| We raise our port and lemon and toast a reply
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| That the senior service satisfy.
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| See the bold man-of-war steaming into port
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| Guns fully primed, the 24-pounder sort
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| And down on the deck for a full broadside
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| Back on the high seas with the rising tide.
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| Here’s a little steam ship chugging up the channel
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| Small smoke stack and a red smoking funnel.
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| He brings the girls presents of stockings and tights,
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| Comes regular as clockwork every tuesday night.
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| Sally’s in the alley and Nancy’s on the game
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| Emily is pregnant and wondering who to blame.
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| We raise our port and lemon and toast a reply
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| That the senior service satisfy.
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| Here come the sailor boys, matthew, luke and john
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| I like 'em with tattoos, i like 'em young and strong.
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| Here come the sailor boys a-rousting up the town
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| Their rigging is up but their sails are down.
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| -instrumental-
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| Here’s a skipper of a clipper with a broken bowsprit
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| Heading for dry dock and a new refit
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| There’s an oil tanker of the modern kind
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| A thousand foot length of throbbing steam turbine.
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| Sally’s in the alley and nancy’s on the game
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| Emily is pregnant and wondering who to blame.
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| We raise our port and lemon and toast a reply
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| That the senior service satisfy.
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| Here come the sailor boys, George, John and Paul.
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| I like 'em lithe and lissom, like 'em slim and tall.
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| Here come the sailor boys whistling up the quay,
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| Blue peter up the mast where all the girls can see.
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| Sally’s in the alley and nancy’s on the game
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| Emily is pregnant and wondering who to blame.
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| We raise our port and lemon and toast a reply
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| That the senior service satisfy. |