| Do something for me, boys
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| If I should die at sea, boys
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| Write a little note, boys
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| Set it off afloat, saying
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| Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
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| Village and city girls by the quayside
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| Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
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| Watching and waiting by the sea
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| Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
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| Quiet or witty girls by the quayside
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| Bless you, bless you, all of you pretty girls
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| Watching and waiting there for me
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| I think about your pale arms waving
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| When I see the caps upon the green
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| And the rocking roller-coaster ocean
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| Think about you every night when I’m fathoms asleep
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| And in my dreams
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| We are rocking in a similar motion
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| I think about the salt sea rolling
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| Down in pearly tears upon your cheeks
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| Just like the day the harbor pulled away
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| I think about your warm white sheets unfolding
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| The more I have to drink
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| The more that I can think to say |