A man once did sail
On the Mediterranean
He hailed from Dover,
His first name was Ben
One day they were sailing,
And the Captain did give him
An order most urgent to hear and to ken
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Ben Dover, Greek Sailor
Ben Dover, Greek Sailor
I need satisfaction, so get on your knees
Ben Dover, Greek Sailor
Ben Dover, Greek Sailor
It's your turn with the Barrel, your duty's to please
Their ship, called the Swallow
Was long, hard, and hollow
They traded in olive oil and Feta cheese
The crew of the Swallow
Were young, hardy seamen
With song on their lips and scuff-marks on their knees
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Well, Ben, he knew if
He were slow in his duty
The Captain would yell 'till his face did turn red
Although it did rankle,
He grabbed hold his ankles
And stretched out his back for the hard task ahead
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Ben Dover, at last,
Now resigned to his duty,
Got down on his knees though he knew it would hurt
And swabbed all the decks
With the soap from the Barrel
Just what did you think that I meant, YOU PERVERT?!
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