I see her every Tuesday
Thats when she comes ashore
And every time I see her boys
It makes me want her more
She comes to buy provisions
Upon the harbourside
And if she`d only let me...
I`d keep her well supplied
She wears a black Sowester
And yellow oilskin suit
Big thick woolies under there
And takes size ten in boot
She aint a girl who`s dainty
You couldn`t call her small
But she could row my heart away
Any time at all
One day I will wed her
And when i plight my troth
We`ll find a lovely lighthouse
To acommodate us both
She will man the lighthouse
While i will darn her socks
Far out at sea, where none but she
Shall founder on my rocks....
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