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Just a-singin', (Once again now,) (Just a-singin',) (A-singin',) Ooo, sail away. Ooo, sail away.
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A man would be a fool to spend all his money and have to go to sea once more.
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But when those brown skin gals start callin' you honey, you'll be a sailin' from that shore.
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When we hit Trinidad, was there I met Marni. Don't you know we started drinkin' rum.
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But now I feel so bad. She took all my money and now I sail with the mornin' sun.
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So all ye sailor lads who want to go sportin', mark ye well what I do say.
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Don't trust them brown skin gals. They'll be your misfortune. You'll be at sea till your dyin' day.
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OH, SAIL AWAY
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| John Phillips |
