Scrape her and scrub Her
From Barnacle on her Hull
Chop up the Bait
It's what ye Hate
And give some to the Gull
Rise Again
Ye sail out to Sea
Loyal to six or more Men
More precious than a Whore
Hard we push Her
Yet she still Purr
Drunken Sailor Swore
Rise Again
She sail out to Sea
Sail on gale through stormy Seas
Cresting ninety feet Swell
Cling to the Deck
Fear might ship Wreck
Wading through waves of Hell
Rise Again
Thou shall might Pee
But ye always make it Home
With Maidens awaiting on Shore
With a tight Hug
In bed we Snug
And ye still beggin' for More
Rise Again
She do it for Me
Rise Again
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