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The Gals O' Dublin Town
Lyrics from Shanties from the
Seven Seas, by Stan Hugill |
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Naow, 'tis of a
famous Yankee ship, to New York we wuz
bound,
An' our cap'n bein' an Oirish man belongin'
to Dub-a-lin Town,
Hooraw! Hooraw! for the gals o' Dub-a-lin
Town,
Hooraw for the bonnie green flag, an' the
Harp wi'out th' Crown!
An' when he gazes on that land, that town of
high renown,
Oh, it's break away the green burgee and the
Harp without the Crown.
'Twas on the seventeenth o' March, we
arrived in New York Bay,
Our Capen bein' an Irishman must celebrate
the day.
With the Stars an' Stripes 'way high aloft,
an' flutterin' all around,
But underneath his monkey-gaff flew the Harp
without the Crown.
Now we're bound for 'Frisco, boys, an'
things is running' wild,
The officers an' men dead drunk, around the
decks they pile.
But by termorrer mornin', boys, we'll work
widout a frown,
For on board the saucy Shenandoah
flies the Harp without the Crown! |
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