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With all her poor sailors all sick and all sore,
To me way hay, ohio; For they'd drunk all their lime-juice and could get no more, A long time ago. |
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With all her poor sailors all sick and all sad,
To me way hay, ohio; For they'd drunk all their lime-juice and no more could be had,
A long time ago.
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She was waiting for a fair wind to get under way,
To me way hay, ohio; She was waiting for a fair wind to get under way,
A long time ago.
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If she hasn't had a fair wind she's lying there still,
To me way hay ohio; If she hasn't had a fair wind she's lying there still, A long time ago. |
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