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Hell's Pavement

"When I'm discharged at Liverpool 'n' draws my bit o' pay,

I won't come to sea no more;

I'll court a pretty little lass 'n' have a weddin' day,

'N' settle somewhere down shore;

I'll never fare to sea again a-temptin' Davy Jones,

A-hearkening to the cruel sharks a-hungerin' for my bones;

I'll run a blushin' dairy-farm or go a-crackin' stones,

Or buy 'n' keep a little liquor-store"

So he said.

They towed her in to Liverpool, we made the hooker fast,

And the copper-bound official paid the crew,

And Billy drew his money, but the money didn't last,

For he painted the alongshore blue,

It was rum for Poll, and rum for Nan, and gin for Jolly Jack;

He shipped a week later in the clothes upon his back;

He had to pinch a little straw, he had to beg a sack

To sleep on, when his watch was through,

So he did.