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A CHANTY OF THE EMDEN
So you come along with me, sirs,You come along with me:We find our fun now yours is done,And it's time you were home from sea!"
He took her, tramp or trader,He sank her like a rock,He stole her coal and sent her downTo Davy's deep-sea dock:To Davy's deep-sea dock, my lads,The finest craft afloat,And as she went he still would singFrom the deck of his damned old boat—"Now you come along with me, sirs,You come along with me:Your good ship's done with wind and sun,And it's time you were home from sea!"
The captain of the SydneyHe got the word by chance;Says he, "By all the Southern Stars,We'll make the pirates dance:We'll make the pirates dance, my lads,That this mad work have made,For no man knows how a hornpipe goesUntil the music's played.So you come along with me, sirs,You come along with me:The game's not won till the rubber's done,And it's time to be home from sea!"
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