.Well my papa was a fisher man
And he fished the deep blue sea
He home made some fine black berry nip
And he'd always pass a nip onto me
Well he smelled like black-tarred fishing nets
Oh tiger belly growl
He was my good pappa
But he be bones now
Grand daddy w.
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