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Three Aul' Whoors
Oh, heave on the sheets me hearties,
Cover the decks with brine!
Pull on the oars, ye lousy whoors,
There's none that's bigger than mine!
You're a liar, cried the first auld whoor,
For mine's as big as the sea.
The ships sail in and the ships sail out
With all their riggin' free!
That's nothing, says the second auld whoor,
Mine's as big as the air!
The birds fly in an' the birds fly out,
An' they never touch a hair!
I'm the biggest says the third auld whoor,
Mine's as big as the moon!
The ships sail in in January
An' never come out till June!
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