The Harp Without a Crown 
Sometimes we sail for Liverpool Sometimes we sail for France Sometimes we sail for Dublin town To give the girls a chance. 
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Hurrah! Hurrah! For the girls of Dub-a-lin town Hurrah for the bonny green flag And the harp without the crown. 
Sometimes we're bound for furrin' parts Sometimes we're bound for home. For Johhny's (Paddy's) always at his best Wherever he may roam. 
Sometimes the weather's fine and fair Sometimes it's damn well foul Sometimes it blows a Cape 'Orn gale That freezes up your soul. 
Sometimes we work as hard as hell Sometimes our grub it stinks Enough to make a sojer curse Or make a bishop blink. 
Sometimes we wish we'd niver jined Sometimes we'd like to be A-sittin in a pub, me bhoys A gal sat on each knee. 
And when the voyage is all done And we are off to shore We'll spend our money on the gels and go to see no more. 
from Hugill, Songs of the 7 Seas tune Bonny Blue Flag (Low-backed Car)  

Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk