Oh-oh-oh
Lord above send down a dove
With beak as sharp as razor
To cut the throats of them there blokes
What sells bad beer to sailors
So for one last trip I'll board a ship
But next time back I'm swearing
I'll settle down in my hometown
No more I'll go seafarinng
Writer(s): Rod Macdonald
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