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What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
Earl-eye in the morning!

Way ho and up she rises!
Way ho and up she rises!
Way ho and up she rises!

On the Fourth of July 1806 we
set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
for the grand City Hall in New York
'twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged for and aft
and oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
and they called her the Irish Rover

Raising sails on my Mary McClyde
Watching the shores I am leaving behind
Towards the stars and the horizon combined
It's only her now I can trust

Raising sails on my Mary McClyde
Watching the shores I am leaving behind
I wonder how could this be