Oh, the life at sea be frightful,
But a fire is so delightful,
And no place to run or go,
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.
It dont show signs of stopping,
So I brought some corn for popping
The fire has spread down below,
Let it blow, let it blow.
Now the powder kegs ignite,
How I'll hate going out in the storm;
But if you really do it right,
All the way home you'll be warm.
Our crew in flames are dying,
So, I guess, now be time good-bye-ing,
But we'll put on quite the show.
Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.
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