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lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com British Man' O War It was down in yonder meadow I carelessly did stray He said, My lovely fair maid, I soon must leave this shore Fair Susan fell to weeping Young sailor" she did say For when that I am twenty-one I shall receive my store Oh, Susan lovely Susan The truth to you I'll tell I may be crowned with laurels All like some jolly tar Oh do not be so venturesome As to face the cruel Chinese And by some deadly dagger You may receive a scar Oh Susan lovely Susan The time will quickly pass For my ship-mates they are ready To row me from the shore Then he took out his handkerchief And he tore it clean in two When the bullets they surround me And the cannons they do roar Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com
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