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I thought I heard our old man say,
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Fire down belo-o-o-o-ow, boys
Fire down below!
You can go ashore and get your pay.
I don’t care what the captain say,
Two pound ten won’t pay my way,
I’ll take my clothes and run away,
I’ll run away at the break of day,
Because I can no longer stay,
I’ll go to my girl round ‘Frisco Bay;
I know very well ’tis with me she will stay.
Because she know I have twelve months pay,
And we’ll go down to the Midway Plasances,
I thought I heard our captain say,
You can go ashore and get your pay!