| As I rolled into Frisco, boys, I went upon the street
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| I drank and gambled all night long, as drunk as I could be
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| I drank and gambled all night long, till I could drink no more
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| 'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more
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| Once more, boys, once more, the Holy Ground once more
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| 'Twas then I that thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more
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| I shipped on the Angeline, me boys, down for the Arctic Sea
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| Where cold winds blow amid frost and snow, was as cold as it could be
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| Where cold winds blow amid frost and snow, but the good old ship she did roll
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| 'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more
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| Once more, boys, once more, the Holy Ground once more
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| 'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more
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| We weren’t long in the Arctic Sea when we had spied a whale
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| With harpoon in my icy hands, to hit I dare not fail
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| With harpoon in my icy hand, I shot but I struck before
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| 'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more
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| Once more, boys, once more, the Holy Ground once more
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| 'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more
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| When you’re aboard a whaling ship with storms and gales afore
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| Your mind is in some public house that lies upon the shore
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| Your mind is in some public house that lies upon the shore
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| 'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more
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| Once more, boys, once more, the Holy Ground once more
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| 'Twas then that I thought that I’d like to be back in the Holy Ground once more |