Jack Tars Return,
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ONE Night at ten oClock,
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As I a reading sat,
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Letters of old I had received
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from my dear Sailor Jack,
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Somebody at the door,
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like a Jack Tar did roar,
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Which drove my poor senses,
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I cannot tell where.
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I arose with the shock,
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and did the door unlock,
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Such a fine sight sure,
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my eyes did behold,
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Trowsers as white as snow,
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buckles down to the toe,
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With a flashy curld gee,
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and his hat lacd with gold.
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Then I did stand and view,
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strait in my arms he flew,
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Giving me a kiss,
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far sweeter than rue;
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He smelt of tar and lookd so smart,
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he revivd my heart,
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There was nothing, no nothing,
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my mind to bring too.
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Then to delight me more,
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straight in my apron sure,
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Then he began to throw,
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handfuls of gold.
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Saying I will you deck,
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with a gold chain about your neck,
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For I have saild with Rodney,
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with courage so bold.
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Then come each lad and lass,
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drink off a flowing glass,
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And drink a health to the lads,
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that are at sea,
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God send them again,
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unto their native home,
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O what a comfort and,
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that will be.
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