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Now, I'm thinking of a pretty girl, they say all sailors do,
I courted her for forty years and maybe forty-two;
I courted her for forty years she was a wee, wee dear,
Every time I sailed away I whispered in her ear.
I love to be a sailor, a sailor, a sailor,
I love to go upon the ocean blue, yea I do;
I love to be a sailor, a sailor, a sailor,
Sailing on the good ship Kangaroo.
They say that every sailor's got a wife in every port,
But that's a lie because he has got nothing of the sort;
If every sailor's got a wife in every port, you take my tip,
Every sailor's wife has got a man on every ship.
I love to be a sailor, a sailor, a sailor,
I love to go upon the ocean blue, yea I do;
I love to be a sailor, a sailor, a sailor,
Sailing on the good ship Kangaroo.
Collected in 1950 from Eddy Primroy [1928-1999] of Pouch Cove, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
