| There’s a harness cask
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| in the sail locker stands
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| It smells your clothes
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| and stains your hands
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| On line, and twine
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| and captans spar
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| even in your grub
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| is Stockholm Tar
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
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| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
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| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| There’s a ten month pay
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| in my good pants
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| and after that
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| there’s a month’s advance
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| I’m going down
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| to Tamil’s bar
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| treat the little girls
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| to Stockholm Tar
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
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| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
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| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| I once met a girl
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| called Margaret Lee
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| she said 'come home
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| and sleep with me'
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| Her men was deaf,
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| but i didn’t get far
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| he slept down wind
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| of the Stockholm Tar
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
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| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
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| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| Mary had a new shimmy
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| all new and white
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| I sat her on my knee
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| and we both got tight
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| When she got home
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| she told her ma
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| a scuttle boy
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| with his Stockholm Tar
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
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| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
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| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| Did a trip once
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| in a steamboat line
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| covered in coal dust,
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| soot and grime
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| You’d choke on smoke
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| and black chattar,
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| and long for the smell
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| of Stockholm Tar
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
|
| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
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| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| Well i pull on me pants,
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| me money’s all gone
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| I’ll find me a ship
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| and then sign on
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| See tell all for
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| a fare well jar
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| Then he’s packing out to sea
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| and Stockholm Tar
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
|
| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
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| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| And when I die
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| and I go below
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| I don’t want no fancy
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| mournin' show
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| No gilded coffin
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| or funeral pyre
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| just lay out me bones
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| in Stockholm Tar
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
|
| when a merchant seaman walks ashore
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| Liverpool Judies know the score
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| when a merchant seaman walks ashore |