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My Johnny Was a Shoemaker
My Johnny was a shoemaker
and dearly he loved me.
My Johnny was a shoemaker
but now he's gone to sea.
With pitch and tar to stain his hands,
and to sail across the sea, stormy sea,
and sail across the stormy sea.

His jacket was a deep sky blue
and curly was his hair.
His jacket was a deep sky blue.
It was I do declare.

For to reap the topsails up against the mast
and to sail across the sea, stormy sea,
and sail across thes stormy sea.


Someday he'll be a captain bold
with a brave and gallant crew.
Someday he'll be a captain bold
with a sword and spyglass too.
And when he has his gallant captain's sword
He'll come home and marry me, marry me.
He'll come home and marry me.