The boys are getting ready
It’s that time of year
They’re all singing shanties and headed to the pier
The girls are back at home
They’re weeping, they’re crying all the time
It’s time to hunt the sea and put it on the line
I’m falling down, I’m falling down for you
I’m sinking down, I’m sinking down for you
I’m chasing down the fathoms of the ocean
I’m chasing down the fathoms of the ocean

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