275.  THE NORTH ATLANTIC SQUADRON
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CHORUS: Away, away with fife and drum,
Here we come, full of rum.
Looking for women who peddle their bums,
In the North Atlantic Squadron.

When we arrived in Montreal,
She spread her legs from wall to wall.
She took the captain balls and all,
In the North Atlantic Squadron.

A'sailing up and down the coast,
Now here's the thing we love the most,
To fuck the girls and raise a toast,
In the North Atlantic Squadron.

Well, off the coast of Labrador,
We took on board a floating whore.
We fucker her forty times or more,
In the North Atlantic Squadron.

A'sailing up to Newfoundland,
Each sailor had his prick in hand,
Oh say, my boys, can you make it stand?
In the North Atlantic Squadron.

And when our ship is in drydock,
The whores around us all do flock.
It's every man unfurl your cock,
In the North Atlantic Squadron.

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns II" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)