I am a brisk and sprightly lad, But just come home from sea, sir. Of all the lives I ever led, A sailor's life for me, sir. Chorus: Yeo, yeo, yeo, Whilst the boatswain pipes all hands, With a yeo, yeo, yeo! 2. What girl but loves the merry tar, We o'er the ocean roam, sir. In every clime we find a port, In every port a home, sir. Chorus: 3. But when our country's foes are nigh, Each hastens to his guns, sir. We make the boasting Frenchman fly, And bang the haughty Dons, sir. Chorus: 4. Our foes reduced, once more on shore, And spend our cash with glee, sir. And when all's gone we drown our care, And out to sea again, sir. Chorus:

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