Leave Her, Johnny
Burl Ives
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Oh, the times are hard and the wages low.
Chorus: Leave her, Johnny, leave her.
I'll pack my bag and go below.
Chorus: It's time for us to leave her.
It's growl you may but go you must:
It matters not if last or first.
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I'm a-getting' thin and a-growin' sad
Since first I joined this woodenclad.
I thought I heard the first mate say,
Just one more drag and then belay.
The work was hard and the voyage long:
The seas were high and the gales were strong.
The sails are furled: our work is done
And now on shore we'll have some fun.