What shall we do with the drunken sailor?

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What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
What shall we do with the drunken sailor?
Early in the morning

REFREIN:
Hoo-ray, and up she rises
Hoo-ray, and up she rises
Hoo-ray, and up she rises
Early in the morning

2. Put him in the long boat until he’s sober

3. Pull out the plug and wet him all over

4. Take him and shake him and try to awake him

5. Give him a dose of salt and water

6. Shave his belly with a rusty razor

7. That´s what to do with a drunken sailor

Drunken Sailer – Irish Rovers

Dirty old town

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I found my love by the gasworks croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

Clouds a-driftin’ across the moon
Cats and dogs prowlin’ in their beat
Spring’s a girl in the streets at night
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the fall on the smokey wind
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

I’m gonna get myself a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Gonna cut you down like a dead old tree
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

I found my love by the gasworks croft
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
In this dirty old town, dirty old town.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.

Cockles and mussels

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In Dublin’s fair city, where girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

Now she was a fishmonger, and it sure no wonder
For so were her mother and father before
And they each wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!

She died of a fever and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh

Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh,
Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!