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Crown my desire, fulfill my bliss
A pretty young girl and a jug of this
All of my sorrows are past and fled
Until I'm in my grave and long dead

Those pretty young girls come out in flocks
With short-legged drawers and long frilled locks
And all of the girls will spend our way
We'll not see more until another day

Thar show blows!
One for the road!

Leave my mark in a place like this
I keep my distance at a sailor's pitch
Many a thousand miles are behind me
A place to call home is the open sea

Thar be no place like home

What's left behind
Is what I carry with me
A castaway in insanity
Seal my fate as I take the piss
Destined to roam, no place to miss

More miles to go
One for the road
Steady as she goes
One for the road