Blow, Boys, Blow

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A Yankee shop came down the river
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Her masts and spars they shone like silver
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How do you know she's a Yankee liner?
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The Stars and Stripes float out behind you
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How do you know that she's a Yankee packet?
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They fired a gun, I heard the racket
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And who'd you think is the captain of her?
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Why, Bully Hayes is the captain of her
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Oh, Bully Hayes, he loves us sailors;
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Yes, he does like hell and blazes
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And who'd you think is the mate aboard her;
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Santander James is the mate aboard her
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Santander James, he's a rocket from hell, boys,
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He'll ride you down as you ride the spanker
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And what's you think they've got for dinner?
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Pickled eels' feer and bullocks's liver
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Then blow, my bullies, all together
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Blow, my boys, for better weather
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Blow, boys, blow, the sun's drawing water;
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Three cheers for the cook and one for his daugther
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A Yankee ship on the Congo River,
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Her masts they bend and her sails they shiver
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