The Harp Without a Crown



Sometimes we sail for Liverpool

Sometimes we sail for France

Sometimes we sail for Dublin town

To give the girls a chance.



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Hurrah! Hurrah! For the girls of Dub-a-lin town

Hurrah for the bonny green flag

And the harp without the crown.



Sometimes we're bound for furrin' parts

Sometimes we're bound for home.

For Johhny's (Paddy's) always at his best

Wherever he may roam.



Sometimes the weather's fine and fair

Sometimes it's damn well foul

Sometimes it blows a Cape 'Orn gale

That freezes up your soul.



Sometimes we work as hard as hell

Sometimes our grub it stinks

Enough to make a sojer curse

Or make a bishop blink.



Sometimes we wish we'd niver jined

Sometimes we'd like to be

A-sittin in a pub, me bhoys

A gal sat on each knee.



And when the voyage is all done

And we are off to shore

We'll spend our money on the gels

and go to see no more.



from Hugill, Songs of the 7 Seas

tune Bonny Blue Flag (Low-backed Car)

@sailor @Irish

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