From a barque in the harbour I went roaming on shore
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And stepped into a pub where I was oft times before
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And as I was sitting and enjoying my glass
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Who chanced to walk in but a young Spanish lass
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She sat down beside me and kept squeezing my hand
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Saying 'Sir you're a stranger not long to this land'
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Will you roam, Johnny Sailor, would you roam along with me
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To some lonesome spot where nobody can see
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'Don't you leave me Johnny Sailor' were the words she did cry
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Waving and weeping and wiping her eyes
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When you reach home in your own Newfoundland
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Think of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand
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I quickly consented with her for to roam
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She lived by herself in a neat little home
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She was brisk, plump and jolly and her age scare 19
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And the name of that maiden I think was Irene
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One fine summer's morning our ship, she set sail
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And down by the seashore lovely Irene she came
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Waving her pocket hankerchief and wiping her eyes
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'Don't leave me Johnny Sailor' were the words she did cry
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[Chorus]
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I'll give you farewell love on a fine summer's breeze
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But love don't forget me when you're crossing the sea
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And when you are married and enjoying your bride
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Think on the young maiden who lay by your side
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[Chorus]
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Barque In The Harbour
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Great Big Sea |