.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 .
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