Who's that knocking at my door?
Who's that knocking at my door?
Who's that knocking at my door?
cried the young fair maiden.
It's only me from over the sea, said Barnacle Bill the sailor
I'm all lit up like a Christmas tree, said Barnacle Bill the sailor
I'll sail the sea until I croak,
I fight and swear and drink and smoke,
But I can't swim a bloody stroke, said Barnacle Bill the sailor.
.... ...
Oh, sixteen men on a dead man's chest, sang Barnacle Bill the sailor
Yo he ho and a bottle of rum, sang Barnacle Bill the sailor.
Oh high rig a jig and a jaunting car
A he a ho are you most done
Hurray my boys let the bulgine run," sang Barnacle Bill the sailor
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