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Crown my desire fulfill my bliss
A pretty young girl and a jug of this
All of my sorrows are past and fled
Until I'm in my grave and dead
Those pretty young girls come out in flocks
With short-legged drawers and long frailed locks
And all of the girls will spend out way
We'll not see more until another day
There she blows, one for the road
Leave my mark in a place like thos
I keep my distance at a sailor's pitch
Many thousand miles are behind me
A place to call home is the open sea
There be no place like home
What's left behind
Is what I carry with me
Castaway in insanity
Seal my fate as I take the piss
Destined to roam, no place to miss
There be no place like home
More miles to go, one for the road
Steady as she goes, one for the road
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