Oh the time will come up
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When the winds will stop
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And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
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Like the stillness in the wind
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'Fore the hurricane begins
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The hour when the ship comes in
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Oh the seas will split
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And the ship will hit
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And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
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Then the tide will sound
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And the wind will pound
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And the morning will be breaking
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Oh the fishes will laugh
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As they swim out of the path
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And the seagulls they'll be smiling
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And the rocks on the sand
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Will proudly stand
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The hour that the ship comes in
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And the words that are used
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For to get the ship confused
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Will not be understood as they're spoken
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For the chains of the sea
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Will have busted in the night
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And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean
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A song will lift
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As the mainsail shifts
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And the boat that drifts on to the shore line
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And the sun will respect
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Every face on the deck
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The hour that the ship comes in
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Then the sands will roll
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Out a carpet of gold
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For your weary toes to be a touchin'
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And the ship's wise men
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Will remind you once again
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That the whole wide world is watchin'
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Oh the foes will rise
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With the sleep still in their eyes
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And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're still dreamin'
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But they'll pinch themselves and squeel
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And know that it's for real
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The hour that the ship comes in
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Then they'll raise their hands
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Sayin' we'll meet all your demands
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But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered
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And like Pharaoh's tribe
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They'll be drownded in the tide
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And like Goliath they'll be conquered
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When The Ship Comes In
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The Pogues |