1. As I was lumb’ring down the street
Of bully London town,
I spied a Yankee clipper ship
To New York she was bound.

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And hurrah! you Santy, my dear honey,
Hurrah! you Santy, I love you for your money.

2. She had the finest clipper rig,
Now you must understand,
She did not sail the rolling deep,
But cruised upon dry land. 

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3. She was a trim old fire ship
And rigged out in disguise,
To burn up sailor boys like me
And others, damn her eyes. 

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4. But when her hawser she struck out,
I made fast to her a tow;
She squared away to a nearby dive
And had me on the go. 

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5. She filled me full of whiskey red
And drunk, I fell asleep;
She rifled all my pockets, boys,
And ruined me complete. 

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