100 Years Ago
Well, a hundred years on the eastern shore, Oh yes,
Oh Oh, a hundred years on the eastern shore. A Hundred years ago
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Well, its Bully John from Baltimore.
Well, I knew him well on the eastern shore.
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Well, it's Bully John's the boy for me.
He's a buckle on land and a bully at sea.
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Well, its been a long time and a very long time.
Well, its been a long time since I made this rhyme.
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Well, my old mother she wrote to me.
Me darling son come home from sea.
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Well, I thought I heard the first mate cry.
That bleeding top main sheave is dry.
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Well, I thought I heard the old man say.
Well, it's one more pull and then belay.
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