Tom: A
Introdução:
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We are two mariners
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Our ship's sole survivors
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In this belly of a whale
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It's ribs are ceiling beams
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It's guts are carpeting
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I guess we have some time to kill
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You may not remember me
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I was a child of three
Am E
And you, a lad of eighteen
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But, I remember you
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And I will relate to you
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How our histories interweave
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At the time you were
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A rake and a roustabout
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Spending all your money
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On the whores and hounds
(oh, oh)
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You had a charming air
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All cheap and debonair
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My widowed mother found so sweet
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And so she took you in
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Her sheets still warm with him
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Now filled with filth and foul disease
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As time wore on you proved
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A debt-ridden drunken mess
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Leaving my mother
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A poor consumptive wretch
(oh, oh)
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And then you disappeared
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Your gambling arrears
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The only thing you left behind
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And then the magistrate
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Reclaimed our small estate
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And my poor mother lost her mind
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Then, one day in spring
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My dear sweet mother died
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But, before she did
(oh, oh)
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It took me fifteen years
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To swallow all my tears
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Among the urchins in the street
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Until a priory
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Took pity and hired me
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To keep their vestry nice and neat
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But, never once in the employ
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these holy men
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Did I ever, once turn my mind
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From the thought of revenge
(oh, oh)