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Oh come all you
And listen unto me
I'll tell you a story
Of horses and glory
Of a lusty old life
On the great briny sea
Well there once was
Her name was the
And I'll let you know boys
Boys
There was no huskier tugboat than she
She came up the ways in '89
For storms she cannot
It was boasted around
'Twas the talk of the town
That she knew that old coastline as well
As a man
Now her maid was an expert
At running the logs
But he know seemed to come to no harm
But he ran out of luck
When he fell in the tuck
With a rusty old chain wrapped round his left arm
And Her engineer
Was a lazy young tramp
All day he did nothing but read
On the fantail he sat
On his young lazy pride
Til the big roaring waves swept him into the sea
And her deckhand was painting
The bulwarks so fine
All paintings of
But he met his fate when
Painting
And he took a step back
And he fell into the sea
Now her skipper he was
A very fine man
At seafaring he was a pip
But without a crew
He didn't know what to do
So he crabbed up a life
And abandoned the ship
But the ol' OG she kept tugging along
Yes she towed those logs
Down to Long Bay
And old
Threw the money he saved
And he sent her back north
On the very next day
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