Oh, the times are hard and the wages low. Chorus: Leave her, Johnny, leave her. I'll pack my bag and go below. Chorus: It's time for us to leave her. It's growl you may but go you must: It matters not if last or first. I'm a-getting' thin and a-growin' sad Since first I joined this woodenclad. I thought I heard the first mate say, ???Just one more drag and then belay.??? The work was hard and the voyage long: The seas were high and the gales were strong. The sails are furled: our work is done And now on shore we'll have some fun.
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