| It’s been a long time since you’ve seen her
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| Could have been three years or more
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| Will she be waiting when we dock, boys
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| Or like others will she be gone?
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| It’s one more pull boys, that’ll do boys
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| Soon we’ll draw alongside
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| Hoist her upwards boys, swing her inboard
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| For the journey’s nearly done
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| Well you’re looking mighty smart, boy
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| Dressed up in your number ones
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| You’ve scrounged a new blade from the purser
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| To take the bum-fluff from off your chin
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| It’s one more pull boys, that’ll do boys
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| Soon we’ll draw alongside
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| Hoist her upwards boys, swing her inboard
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| For the journey’s nearly done
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| When we’ve fixed those bow and stern lines
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| And you’ve scuttled down the gangway
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| If she’s waiting there, just kiss her
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| Turn around, give us a smile
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| It’s one more pull boys, that’ll do boys
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| Soon we’ll draw alongside
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| Hoist her upwards boys, swing her inboard
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| For the journey’s nearly done
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| Well, we too will go ashore soon
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| (Get drunk in the clubs and bars,)
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| Then stagger homeward, pockets empty
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| Like so many nights before
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| It’s one more pull boys, that’ll do boys
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| Soon we’ll draw alongside
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| Hoist her upwards boys, swing her inboard
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| For the journey’s nearly done
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| Well a man may take a wife, boy
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| And a man may take a mistress
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| But a sailor has his ship, boys
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| And his mistress it is the sea
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| It’s one more pull boys, that’ll do boys
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| Soon we’ll draw alongside
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| Hoist her upwards, swing her inboard
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| For the journey’s nearly done
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| It’s one more pull boys, that’ll do boys
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| Soon we’ll draw alongside
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| Hoist her upwards, swing her inboard
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| For the journey now is done |