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Leave her, Johnny
- Oh the times are hard and the wages low,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
and now ashore again we'll go.
And it's time for us to leave her.
Leave her, Johnny, leave her.
Oh leave her, Johnny, leave her.
For the voyage is done, and the winds don't blow
and it's time for us to leave her. - The grub was bad, the voyage long,
the seas were high, the gales were strong.
- She would not wear, she would not stay.
She shipped it green, both night and day.
- She would not stay, she would not wear.
She shipped it green and she made us swear.
- The sails are furled, our work is done,
and now on shore we'll have our fun.
- The anchor's lifted and here's the tide,
for in every port we'll find a bride.
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