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Barnacle Bill the SailorWho's that knocking at my door? Who's that knocking at my door? Cried the fair young maiden. It's only me from over the sea; I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor. I'm all lit up like a Christmas tree; I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor. I'll sail the sea until I croak, I fight and swear and drink and smoke, But I can't swim a bloomin' stroke; I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor. Are you young and handsome, sir? Are you young and handsome, sir? Are you young and handsome, sir? [Cried the fair young maiden.] I'm old and rough and dirty and tough, [Said Barnacle Bill, the Sailor.] I never can get drunk enough; [I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor.] I drink my whiskey when I can, Whiskey from an old tin can, For whiskey is the life of man, [I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor.] I'll come down and let you in, I'll come down and let you in, I'll come down and let you in, [Cried the fair young maiden.] Well, hurry before I bust in the door, [I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor.] I'll rare and tear and rant and roar, [I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor.] I'll spin you yarns and tell you lies, I'll drink your wine and eat your pies, I'll pinch your cheeks and black your eyes, [I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor.] Sing me a love song low and sweet, Sing me a love song low and sweet, Sing me a love song low and sweet, Said the fair young maiden. Sixteen men on a dead man's chest Said Barnacle Bill, the Sailor. [Line sung by the cat.] Yo, ho, ho, and a bottle of rum, [Sang Barnacle Bill, the Sailor.] Oh, high jig-a-jig on the rolling sea, And a hi and a ho, you're the gal for me, Hoorah, me boys, for the Nancy Lee, Sang Barnacle Bill, the Sailor. [Line sung by the couch.] Tell me that we soon shall wed, Tell me that we soon shall wed, Tell me that we soon shall wed, [Cried the fair young maiden.] I've got me a wife in every port, I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor; The handsome gals is what I court, I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor. With my false heart and flattering tongue, I courts 'em all both old and young, I courts 'em all, but marries none, I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor. When shall I see you again? When shall I see you again? When shall I see you again? [Cried the fair young maiden.] Never again, I'll come no more, I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor; Tonight I'm sailing from this shore; I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor; If you wait for me to come, Sit and wait and suck on your thumb, You'll wait until the cows come home; I'm Barnacle Bill, the Sailor! |


