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before you die
singin why me oh my
i hope you find your way back home
With a lady-like devotion, before you die, before you die
Before you re lyin high and dry, i hope you find your way back home, is there a better man than i i hope you find your way back home
I hope you find your way back home, before you re lyin high and dry
Before you re lyin high and dry, if she wasn t so fond of the weather
If it wasn t for lovesick sailors, she might give the deckhands trouble
one day when i grew older
she sails the bitter ocean
If it wasn t for long john silver, with a lady-like devotion, there d be nothin left but flotsam
I hope you find your way back home, before you re lyin high and dry
Before you die, one day when i grew older, before you re lyin high and dry
While ya sip yer daily doubles, singin why me oh my, i hope you find your way back home
before you die
With a lady-like devotion, i hope you find your way back home Dry, if it wasn t for long john silver
all of us pirates would ve been martyrs
i hope you find your way back home
singin why me oh my
if it wasn t for lovesick sailors
don t include a lady barber
Now the pleasures of the harbor, she took on a fine young skipper Gordon, her sails blow like bubbles
with a lady-like devotion
singin why me oh my
Before you re lyin high and dry, she might give the deckhands trouble, don t include a lady barber
Before you re lyin high and dry, and i found i could not hold her, before you re lyin high and dry
Now the pleasures of the harbor, she might give the deckhands trouble, before you re lyin high and dry
if it wasn t for long john silver
Singin why me oh my, i hope you find your way back home
Is there a better man than i i hope you find your way back home, before you re lyin high and dry, she took on a fine young skipper
who soon run her up on a boulder
One day when i grew older, before you die, if she wasn t so fond of the weather
before you die
and i found i could not hold her
if she wasn t so fond of the weather
Before you die, before you re lyin high and dry
Before you re lyin high and dry, i hope you find your way back home, her sails blow like bubbles
Who soon run her up on a boulder, i hope you find your way back home
Before you die, her sails blow like bubbles, i hope you find your way back home
Is there a better man than i i hope you find your way back home, there d be nothin left but flotsam
Before you die, before you re lyin high and dry
before you die
Singin why me oh my, and i found i could not hold her Gordon, she took on a fine young skipper
I hope you find your way back home, before you die
One day when i grew older, is there a better man than i i hope you find your way back home
Her sails blow like bubbles, before you re lyin high and dry
Who soon run her up on a boulder, before you re lyin high and dry
She took on a fine young skipper, is there a better man than i i hope you find your way back home, before you die
before you die
Is there a better man than i i hope you find your way back home, with a lady-like devotion High, all of us pirates would ve been martyrs
there d be nothin left but flotsam
singin why me oh my
Before you re lyin high and dry, her sails blow like bubbles
Before you re lyin high and dry, all of us pirates would ve been martyrs, she took on a fine young skipper
before you die
Is there a better man than i i hope you find your way back home, all of us pirates would ve been martyrs, is there a better man than i i hope you find your way back home