There once was a pub
Down by the port
Full of sailors and drunkards
That kind of sort
There was gambling and brawling
And drinking and stories
The old fishermans tale
In all its glory
And late in the the night
When no one could talk
They would start singing
Until throats were coarse
Yargh hah the sea!
And Yo ho the ocean!
Wherever I should be
Id rather be out boatin'
As soon as we get
Our boots on the land
We'll go straight to the pub
Nurse a pint in our hands
We'll fuck and we'll fight
Till the day that we die
With wind in our sails
And a glint in our eyes
We'll yarn and we'll boast
Till the hours of morn
Till our eyes start to droop
And our voices are worn
An hour of sleep
That's all we need
Then back on the boat
Headin to sea
That is the life
Of sea going men
The pub and the sea
Again and again!
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