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| OH, down by Millwall Basin as I went the other day, | |
| I met a skipper that I knew, and to him I did say: | |
| Now whats the cargo, Captain, that brings you up this way? | |
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| Oh, Ive been up and down (said he) and round about also
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| From Sydney to the Skagerack, and Kiel to Callao
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| With a leaking steam-pipe all the way to Cali-forn-i-o
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| With pots and pans and ivory fans and every kind of thing, | |
| Rails and nails and cotton bales, and sewer pipes and string
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| But now Im through with cargoes, and Im here to serve the King! | |
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| And if its sweeping mines (to which my fancy somewhat leans) | 10 |
| Or hanging out with booby-traps for the skulking submarines, | |
| Im here to do my blooming best and give the beggars beans! | |
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| A rough job and a tough job is the best job for me, | |
| And what or where I dont much care, Ill take what it may be, | |
For a tight place is the right place when its foul weather at sea!
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| Theres not a port he does nt know from Melbourne to New York; | |
| Hes as hard as a lump of harness beef, and as salt as pickled pork
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| And hell stand by a wreck in a murdering gale and count it part of his work! | |
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| Hes the terror of the focsle when he heals its various ills | |
| With turpentine and mustard leaves, and poultices and pills
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| But he knows the sea like the palm of his hand, as a shepherd knows the hills. | |
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| Hell spin you yarns from dawn to darkand half of em are true! | |
| He swears in a score of languages, and maybe talks in two! | |
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hell lower a boat in a hurricane to save a drowning crew. | |
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| A rough job or a tough jobhes handled two or three | 25 |
| And what or where he wont much care, nor ask what the risk may be
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| For a tight place is the right place when its wild weather at sea! | |
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