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BOSTON HARBOR From Boston harbor we set sail And the wind was blowin' the devil of a gale With the ring-tail set all about the mizzen peak And the dolphin striker plowin' up the deep cho: With a big bow wow, tow row row Fal dee rall dee di do day. The up steps the skipper from down below And he looks aloft, boys, and he looks alow And he looks alow and he looks aloft And it's tighten up your ropes, boys, fore and aft. cho: Then it's down to his cabin he quickly falls To his poor old steward then he bawls "Fix me a glass that will make me cough 'Cause it's better weather here than it is up aloft." cho: While it's we poor seamen that are up on the decks With the blasted rain falling down our necks And not a drop of grog will he afford For he damns our eyes with every other word. cho: Now there's just one thing we all do crave That he will find a watery grave We will heave him down into some dark hole Where the sharks'll have his body and the Devil have his soul. cho: Now the old bugger is dead and gone And damn his eyes, he's left a son And if to us he doesn't prove frank We'll very soon make him walk the plank. @sailor filename[ BSTNHRBR TUNE FILE: BSTNHRBR CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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