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  My Johnny's been on the sea, my Johnny's been on the shore
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  My Johnny's been to Ireland, where he has been before
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  You're welcome home, dear Johnny, you're welcome home, from sea
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  Last night my daughter, Polly, was dreaming of thee
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  Was dreaming of thee, last night my daughter Polly was dreaming of thee
  
  'What luck had you dear Johnny?' 'Oh, very bad indeed; 
  I lost my ship and cargo upon the raging sea
  Go bring your daughter Polly, and set her down by me
  To drown the meancholy, and married we will be'
  
  'My daughter Polly's absent and has been so today
  And if she were at home, John, she would not let you stay
  My daughter Polly's very rich, John, and you, very poor
  And if she was at home, John, she'd turn you out-of-doors'
  
  John looked very weary, and hung down his head
  And called for a candle, to light him up to bed
  'The beds are full of strangers and have been so this week
  And now poor Johnny, your lodging you must seek'
  
  John looked upon the people, and looked upon them all
  He looked upon the landlady, to her he gave a call
  Twenty shillings of the new, and thirty of the old
  John then drew out his both hands full of gold
  
  With the sight of the money made the old lady rue
  'I hope my daughter Polly will soon return to you
  I didn't speak in earnest, I only spoke in jest
  Without any exception, she loves you the best'
  
  Down came Miss Polly with a smiling face
  She gave John a sweet kiss and then a slight embrace
  'My great beds are empty, and have been all this day
  My great beds are empty, and there you may stay'
  
  'Before I'd be within our beds, I'd be within the street
  For when I had no money my lodging I might seek
  Now I have money plenty, I'll make the tavern hurl
  A bottle of good brandy and a many a prettier girl'
  
  Come all you young sailors, wherever you may be
  Who expect to make your money, out on the raging sea
  Be sure to make good use of it, and lay it up on store
  For without that companion, she'll turn you from the door