| Johnny was an Englishman, from Derbyshire was he
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| He had a wife so beautiful, had children one to three
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| He loved them all so dearly, as only Johnny could
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| And always did exactly as he should
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| Then one day he took a trip across the channel white
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| To where the streets are narrow, and bathed in crimson light
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| He lives there to this day inside his dirty rotten shell
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| This British lion now becomes a lamb
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| Amsterdam!
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| William was a sailor, upon the raging main
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| Made port in London, Boston, New York, Germany and Spain
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| He loved the girls so dearly, until their hearts were won
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| Then sailed away into the setting sun
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| Breakfast on the table, Porter when you’re dry
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| She’ll love you in the morning, she’ll love you 'till you die
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| She’ll love you 'till the day she’s spent all your pay
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| She’s the devil’s holy water by the dram
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| Amsterdam!
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| So come all ye sailors, who live upon the main
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| Remember dear old Jimmy when he left upon that train
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| He wanders round old Amsterdam a-lookin' for his fix
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| And Willy’s life is never free of kicks
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| Breakfast on the table, Porter when you’re dry
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| She’ll love you in the morning, she’ll love you 'till you die
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| She’ll love you 'till the day she’s spent all your pay
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| She’s the devil’s holy water by the dram
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| Amsterdam! |