One of the Bosuns Yarns
Loafin' around in Sailor Town, a-bluin' o' my advance,
I met a derelict donkyman who led me a merry dance,
Till he landed me 'n blanched me fair in the bar of a rum-saloon,'N' there he spun me a juice of a yarn to this-yer brand of tune<...
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