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| G | D | G | D | |
| I | thought I | heard the | old man | say, |
| G | D |
| Leave her, Johnny, | leave her! |
| G | D | G | |
| You can | go ashore and | draw your | pay, |
| D7 | G | |
| It's time for us to | leave | her! |
You may make her fast and pack your gear,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
And leave her moored to the West Street pier,
It's time for us to leave her!
The winds were foul, the work was hard, Leave her, etc.
From Liverpool docks to the Brooklyn yard It's time, etc.
She would neither steer nor wear nor stay,
She shipped it green both night and day.
She shipped it green and she shade us curse,—
The mate is a devil and the old man worse.
The winds were foul, the ship was slow,
The grub was bad, the wages low.
The winds were foul, the trip was long,
But before we go, we'll sing this song.
We'll sing, oh, may we never be
On a hungry bitch the like of she.
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