| Meet me down by the jetty landing
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| Where the pontoons bump and spray
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| I see the others reading, standing
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| As the manly ferry cuts it’s way to circular quay
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| Hear the captain blow his whistle
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| So long she’s been away
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| I miss our early morning wrestle
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| Not a very happy way to start the day
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| She don’t like that kind of behaviour
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| She don’t like that kind of behaviour
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| So throw down your guns
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| Don’t be so reckless
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| Throw down your guns
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| Don’t be so
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| Feel like scott of the antarctic
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| Base camp too far away
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| A russian sub beneath the artic
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| Burke and wills and camels
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| Initials in the tree
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| She don’t like that kind of behaviour
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| She don’t like that kind of behaviour
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| Don’t be so
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| She don’t like that kind of behaviour
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| She don’t like that kind of behaviour
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| So throw down your guns
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| Don’t be so reckless
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| Throw down your guns
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| Don’t be so reckless
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| Throw down your guns
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| Don’t be so reckless
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| Don’t be so reckless
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| Don’t be so reckless |