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I hope ye lads be sound asleep,
In yer bunks above ye deep.
I hope yer dreams be nice n' dry
Warm n' comfty you best lie.

Fer I, a sailor lost at sea,
Who down below the waves now be,
I slipped and tumbled overboard,
Me screams fer help ye just ignored.

To halt n' turn ye ship around,
So that yer matie might be found,
Was not yer first priority,
Ye left me floating in the sea.

To halt n' turn ye ship around,
So that yer matie might be found,
Was not yer first priority,
I sank, I sank into the sea.

Where I lie, there be no light,
Deep down here in an endless night.
Where fish they pick me scurvy bones,
But at least Im not alone.

A thousand sailors restless lie,
‘Cause Davey Jones won't let us die.
You say that with the fish we sleep,
But there's no sleeping in the deep.

No one to save our mortal souls,
We're trapped inside this watery hole.
Oh how I wish, I'm hoping so,
One day we'll meet here down below.

No one to save our mortal souls,
We're trapped inside this watery hole.
Oh how I wish, I'm hoping so,
One day we'll meet here down below.

No one to save your mortal soul.
We'll be trapped inside - this drowned waltz.

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