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You can hear a sample of this song Lyrics and chords courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com
Your money young man is no object to me. Oh mo-ne-ey dow-own Eh mo-ne-ey down. I went for a cruise boys around the town. I there met a ga-al called Sa-ally Brown. --------------- I pu-ut me a-arm a – rou-ound her waist. Sez she-e young ma-an yer i-in great haste. My pri-ice for lo-ove is ha-alf a crown. And mo-oney do-own tis real money down. The Ya-ankee dollar some gits for their pay. Will bu-uy us rum boys for many a day. Oh if I had si-ilver dollars galore. I’d pa-ack me ba-ags and sta-ay on shore.. I wishe’d I wa-as old stormy’s son. I’d bui-ild a shi-ip O a thousand ton. When the ship it ties up and the voyage is through. I wa-ants me pa-ay sir every sou. We’d stay at the po-orts where we-e was in. A Drinking the beer and the whiskey and gin. My fa-ancy ga-al she sai-id to me. I re-al-ly don’t give me favors for free.
Lyrics courtesy of www.sailorsongs.com |
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