Her sails blow like bubbles
While ya sip yer daily doubles
If she wasn't so fond of the
weather
She might give the deckhands
trouble
Singin' why me oh my
Is there a better man than
I
I hope you find your way back
home
Before you're lyin' high and
dry
I hope you find your way back
home
Before you die
One day when I grew older
And I found I could not hold
her
She took on a fine young skipper
Who soon run her up on a boulder
Singin' why me oh my
Is there a better man than
I
I hope you find your way back
home
Before you're lyin' high and
dry
I hope you find your way back
home
Before you die
Now the pleasures of the harbor
Don't include a lady barber
If it wasn't for Long John
Silver
All of us pirates would've
been martyrs
Singin' why me oh my
Is there a better man than
I
I hope you find your way back
home
Before you're lyin' high and
dry
I hope you find your way back
home
Before you're lyin' high and
dry
I hope you find your way back
home
Before you die
Marco Giunco |
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