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In 'Frisco town there lived a man, Larry Marr's his name; And in the days of the Cape Horn Trade, he played the Shanghai game. | |
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Chorus: In the Old Virginia Lowlands, Lowlands Low. In the Old Virginia Lowlands Low. | |
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His wife's name was Mary Ann, sailors knew both near and far They'd never miss a lucky chance to use the big stone jar. | |
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If a hell ship she was short o' hands, o' full red-blooded tars, Missus an' Larry would prime the beer with Larry's big stone jar. | |
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Shellbacks an' farmers just the same sailed into Larry Marr's, And sailed away around the Cape Horn, helped by the big stone jar. | |
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In 'Frisco town their names is known, as is the Cape Horn Bar, An' the dope they serve out to ol' Jack, from Larry's big stone jar. | |
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From the Barbary Coast steer clear, me boys, an' from ol' Larry
Marr's, Or else damn soon shanghaied you'll be by Larry's big stone jar. | |
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Shanghaied away in a skys'l-ship around Cape Horn so far, Good bye to all the boys an' girls an' Larry's big stone jar. | |
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