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by Alan Doyle
And it's row me bully boys
    We're in a hurry boys
    We got a long way to go
    We'll sing and we'll dance and bid farewell to France
    And it's row me, bully boys row
We sailed away in the roughest of water
    Row me, bully boys row
    But now we return in the most royal quarters
    And row me, bully boys row
And it's row me bully boys
    We're in a hurry, boys
    We got a long way to go
    We'll sing and we'll dance and bid farewell to France
    And it's row me, bully boys row
See now we feast on pheasants by the flock
    Row me, bully boys row
    It's a long, long way from the gruel and the stocks
    And it's row me, bully boys row
And it's row me bully boys
    We're in a hurry, boys
    We got a long way to go
    We'll sing and we'll dance and bid farewell to France
    And it's row me, bully boys row
A wee dram of whisky for every man
    Row me, bully boys row
    And a barrel of rum for the shanty man
    And it's row me, bully boys row
And it's row me bully boys
    We're in a hurry, boys
    We got a long way to go
    We'll sing and we'll dance and bid farewell to France
    And it's row me, bully boys row
We sailed away in the roughest of water
    Row me, bully boys row
    But now we return and so lock up your daughters
    Row me, bully boys row
 
                         
            
              
            
            
          
            