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By The Irish Child

The ocean waters bring boats full of men assuming Dinner will be made, they will be paid They’ll have one beer too many, but they will keep consuming The beautiful Island will show its hill from the shore The more the men gaze, the more they long for home The ocean waters bring boats full of men assuming Weary from the day of fishing, the men will not go home But to the bar they will go as men and not alone They’ll have one beer too many, but they will keep consuming They’ll go home, go to sleep, and wake up the next day Following the same routine for eight hours or more each morn The ocean waters bring boats full of men assuming They arrive on boats and walk on docks to reach the land They reach the familiar building; waitresses put a drink into their hands They’ll have one beer too many, but they will keep consuming Good night, sleep well; I’ll be out until the morn Morning! The sun is rising. A new day has just begun The ocean waters bring boats full of men assuming They’ll have one beer too many, but they will keep consuming

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