The night pat murphy died
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From a barque in the harbour I went roaming on shore
And stepped into a pub where I was oft times before
And as I was sitting and enjoying my glass
Who chanced to walk in but a young Spanish lass
She sat down beside me and kept squeezing my hand
Saying 'Sir you're a stranger not long to this land'
Will you roam, Johnny Sailor, would you roam along with me
To some lonesome spot where nobody can see
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