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Sailor Likes His Bottle Oh

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The Sailor Likes His Bottle, Oh

The Sailor Likes His Bottle, Oh

cho: So early in the morning,
     The sailor likes his bottle, oh.:

The Mate was drunk, and he went below,
To take a swig of his bottle, oh.
A bottle of rum, and a bottle of gin,
And a bottle of Irish whiskey, oh.

His bottle, oh, his bottle, oh,
The sailor likes his bottle, oh,

Tobaccio, tobaccio,
The sailor loves tobaccio,
A cut of the plug, and a cut of the swiss,
And a cut of hard tobaccio,

His bottle, oh, his bottle, oh,
The sailor likes his bottle, oh,

The maidens, oh, the lassies, oh,
The sailor loves the Judys, oh,
A gal from the poo (?) and a gal from the Tyne
And a chalice (?) so fine and dandy, oh.

His bottle, oh, his bottle, oh,
The sailor likes his bottle, oh,
A bloody rough house, a bloody rough house,
The sailor loves a roughhouse, oh,

A kick in the poo (?) and an all-hands-in,
A bloody good rough-and-tumble, oh,

His bottle, oh, his bottle, oh,
The sailor likes his bottle, oh,
A song of war, a song of love,
A ditty of seas and shipmates, oh,

His bottle, oh, his bottle, oh,
The sailor likes his bottle, oh,

(Two-pull Halyard Shantey)
JY
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