We set to sail on a packet full of spice, rum and tealeaves Weve emptied out all the bars and the bowery hotels Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight Tell your daughters do not walk the streets alone tonight To tell the tale of the Jewess and the Mandarin Chinese boy He led her down from her gilded canopy of cloth And through her blindfold she could make out the figures there before her And how the air was thick with incense, cardamom and myrrh So goodnight, boys, goodnight Say goodnight, boys, goodnight We set to sail on a clipper thats bound for South Australia The weathers warm there, the natives are dark and nubile But if you listen quiet you can hear the footsteps on the crosstrees The ghosts of sailors past, their spectral bodies clinging to the shrouds So goodnight, boys, goodnight Say goodnight, boys, goodnight
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