| While cruising ‘round yarmouth one day for a spree
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| I spied a fair damsel the wind blowing free
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| I’m a fast going clipper me kind sir says she
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| I’m ready for cargo me hold is quite free
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| Singing fal-der-all laddie right fal-der-all day
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| Fal-der-all laddie i fal-der-all day
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| Which country she came from she didn’t show much
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| She might have been english or german or dutch
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| A neat little packet all nicely endowed
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| She was round in the quarters and bluff in the bow
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| Singing fal-der-all laddie right fal-der-all day
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| Fal-der-all laddie i fal-der-all day
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| I threw out me hauser and took her in tow
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| And yardarm to yardarm a towing we’d go
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| She lowered her forsails, her staysails and all
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| With her lily white hand on me reef tackle fall
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| Singing fal-der-all laddie right fal-der-all day
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| Fal-der-all laddie i fal-der-all day
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| Says i pretty fair maid it’s time to give o’er
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| For ‘twixt wind and water you’ve run me ashore
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| Me shot locker’s empty and me powder’s all spent
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| I can’t fire a shot for it’s choked at the vent
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| Singing fal-der-all laddie right fal-der-all day
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| Fal-der-all laddie i fal-der-all day
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| Here’s luck to the girl with the red curly locks
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| Here’s luck to the girl who ran jack on the rocks
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| Here’s luck to the doctor who eased all his pain
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| He squared his main yards he’s a cruising again
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| Singing fal-der-all laddie right fal-der-all day
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| Fal-der-all laddie i fal-der-all day
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| Singing fal-der-all laddie right fal-der-all day
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| Fal-der-all laddie i fal-der-all day |