THE DRUNKEN SAILOR What shall we do with the drunken sailor (x3) ref : Early in the morning. hurrah and up she rises (x3), early in the morning Put him in the longboat, 'till he's sober (x3) Pull out the plug and wet him all over Put him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him Heave him by the leg in a running bowling That shall we do with the drunken sailor
THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know : I'm one My mother was a tailor She sold my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans And the only thing that he ever needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he is satisfied Is when he's all drunk Oh mother, tell your children Nothing you or I have done Spent our lifes in siddering misery In the house of the rising sun Now my race is almost run * Tomorrow I'm going to take that train * I am going back to New Orleans * To pay all that it takes * Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know : I'm one
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