Ersatz - 2009-07-03
For a sailor it's always a bothering life
It's so lonesome by night and by day
That he longs for the shore and a pretty young whore
Who'll melt all his troubles away
All the noise and the rout, full of poteen and stout
For him soon it's done and over
For the love of a maid, he's never afraid
The old salt of the Irish Rover.
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