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I am a sailor stout and bold,
Long time I've plough'd the ocean;
I've fought for king and country too,
Won honour and promotion.
I said: My brother sailor I bid you adieu,
No more to sea will I go with you;
I'll travel the country through and through,
And I'll be a rambling sailor.
If you should want to know my name,
My name it is young MacDonald.
I've got permission from the king
To court young girls and handsome.
I said: My dear, what will you do?
Here's ale and wine and brandy too;
Besides a pair of new silk shoes,
To travel with a rambling sailor.
The king's permission granted me
To range the country over;
From Bristol Town to Liverpool,
From Plymouth Sound to Dover.
And in whatever town I went,
To court young maidens I was bent;
And marry none was my intent,
But live a rambling sailor.
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