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The Waifs( Waifs )
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Papa
Well my Papa was a fisherman And he fished the deep blue sea Well he home-made some fine blackberry nip And he'd always pause and nip on me
Well he smelled like black-tarred fishing nets Oh tiger belly growl Well he was my good Papa But he be bones now
Granddaddy was a sailor And he sailed from far across the sea Well he did talk some kind of funny But it never did bother me
When he spoke about his homeland Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 'Twas with a sad and furrowed brow No more tears, Granddaddy You just be bones now
Well I look now at my father And his black hair's all gone grey And the strong arms that did carry me Well they're now withering away
Lay down your burdens, Papa Won't you come sit with me at home We've got to spend some time together Before we just be bones
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