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Seven men from all the world back to Docks again

Seven men from all the world back to Docks again
Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain
Give the girls another drink ""fore we sign away
We that took the Bolivar out across the Bay!

We put out from Sunderland loaded down with rails
We put back to Sunderland ""cause our cargo shifted
We put out from Sunderland met the winter gales
Seven days and seven nights to the Start we drifted.
Racketing her rivets loose smoke stack white as snow
All the coals adrift adeck half the rails below
Leaking like a lobster pot steering like a dray
Out we took the Bolivar out across the Bay!

One by one the Lights came up winked and let us by
Mile by mile we waddled on coal and fo""c""sle short
Met a blow that laid us down heard a bulkhead fly
Left the Wolf behind us with a two foot list to port.
Trailing like a wounded duck working out her soul
Clanging like a smithy shop after every roll
Just a funnel and a mast lurching through the spray
So we threshed the Bolivar out across the Bay!

""Felt her hog and felt her sag betted when she""d break
Wondered every time she raced if she""d stand the shock
Heard the seas like drunken men pounding at her strake
Hoped the Lord ""ud keep his thumb on the plummer block.
Banged against the iron decks bilges choked with coal
Flayed and frozen foot and hand sick of heart and soul
Last we prayed she""d buck herself into judgment Day
Hi! we cursed the Bolivar knocking round the Bay!

O her nose flung up to sky groaning to be still
Up and down and back we went never time for breath
Then the money paid at Lloyd""s caught her by the heel
And the stars ran round and round dancin"" at our death.
Aching for an hour""s sleep dozing off between
""Heard the rotten rivets draw when she took it green
""Watched the compass chase its tail like a cat at play
That was on the Bolivar south across the Bay.

Once we saw between the squalls lyin"" head to swell
Mad with work and weariness wishin"" they was we
Some damned Liner""s lights go by like a long hotel
Cheered her from the Bolivar swampin"" in the sea.
Then a grayback cleared us out then the skipper laughed
"Boys the wheel has gone to Hell rig the winches aft!
Yoke the kicking rudder head get her under way!"
So we steered her pulley haul out across the Bay!

Just a pack o"" rotten plates puttied up with tar
In we came an"" time enough ""cross Bilbao Bar.
Overloaded undermanned meant to founder we
Euchred God Almighty""s storm bluffed the Eternal Sea!

Seven men from all the world back to town again
Rollin"" down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain
Seven men from out of Hell. Ain""t the owners gay
""Cause we took the "Bolivar" safe across the Bay?.

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