What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
What shall we do with a drunken sailor,
Early in the morning.
Shoot him thru the heart with a loaded pistol,
Slice his throat with a rusty cleaver,
Feed him to the hungry rats for dinner,
Early in the morning.
Weigh heigh and up she rises...
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