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Sailor And Widow Widow

her wampum beads She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widow's weeds And filigree on leaf and vine Vine and leaf are filigree And her

do at all Why didn't you run from the big cannon ball?" "Now against all war, I do profrain Between Don Juan and the King of Spain And, by herrons, I

no fill Do not bleed for sand and stones mend these wounds and heal Break bread with us, nomad - hear our tale How brother fought brother as fire burnt the sails

February morning my car won't start today I turned the key at 8:03 And the battery passed away Inside a' my automobile I want my automobile I want my

our Captain he spied, a mermaid so fair with a comb and glass in her hand. And the ocean waves do roll And the stormy winds do blow And we poor sailors

her wampum beads She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widows' weeds And filigree on leaf and vine Vine and leaf are filigree And her coat

A rake and a roustabout Spending all your money On the whores and hounds Oh oh You had a charming air All cheap and debonair My widowed mother found so sweet And

the singing of the sirens lured in the sailors who'd wreck and drown some say they still hear the fightin' and the flirtin' and the preachin' of the daughters

wendy trash instead Like foulmouth people openheart surgery creatures Crawling back inside of you All along the riverbank nobody will ever know What fools and their monies sailors and