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CHORUS:We're kings of the Western Ocean It's plain to see we are We've left our mark on many a bark We stink of pitch and tar All hands cries the mate And up aloft we fly The devil take the laggard, Jack It's do your best or die |
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The captain turns and looks aloft The mate he does likewise Nothing's said, just the nod of the head And the movement of their eyes With topsails backed and rode hove short She slowly bears away Beware the calm before the storm The shellbacks often say |
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Now you've heard the tales of races sailed Of the Aerial and Taeping Of Thermopylae and Cutty Sark They make the rafters ring But many's the time in foreign climes The race for life was won By a daring claw from a dead leeshore Or a pirate's threatening gun |
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The captain and the mate have schemes Of more sails yet to set You can tell by the look On the face of the cook What's riding on the bet To sail a ship at a hell of a clip Through icebergs is insane All hands on deck the mate calls down And here we go again |
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The arrival scene's a lively one And ought to be admired No ship's done a better run Since Bully Hayes expired along the quay the girls all smile And the crimps all turn away Now you can talk You're the cock'o the walk Enjoy it while you may |
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