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In the port of Amsterdam<br>
There's a sailor who sings<br>
Of the dreams that he brings<br>
From the wide open sea<br>
In the port of Amsterdam<br>
There's a sailor who sleeps<br>
While the riverbank weeps<br>
With the old willow tree<br>
In the port of Amsterdam<br>
There's a sailor who dies<br>
Full of beer, full of cries<br>
In a drunken down fight<br>
And in the port of Amsterdam<br>
There's a sailor who's born<br>
On a muggy hot morn<br>
By the dawn's early light<br>
In the port of Amsterdam<br>
Where the sailors all meet<br>
There's a sailor who eats<br>
Only fishheads and tails<br>
He will show you his teeth<br>
That have rotted too soon<br>
That can swallow the moon<br>
That can haul up the sails<br>
And he yells to the cook<br>
With his arms open wide<br>
Bring me more fish<br>
Put it down by my side<br>
Then he wants so to belch<br>
But he's too full to try<br>
So he gets up and laughs<br>
And he zips up his fly<br>
In the port of Amsterdam<br>
You can see sailors dance<br>
Paunches bursting their pants<br>
Grinding women to paunch<br>
They've forgotten the tune<br>
That their whiskey voice croaks<br>
Splitting the night with the<br>
Roar of their jokes<br>
And they turn and they dance<br>
And they laugh and they lust<br>
Till the rancid sound of<br>
The accordion bursts<br>
Then out to the night<br>
With their pride in their pants<br>
With the slut that they tow<br>
Underneath the street lamps<br>
In the port of Amsterdam<br>
There's a sailor who drinks<br>
And he drinks and he drinks<br>
And he drinks once again<br>
He drinks to the health<br>
Of the whores of Amsterdam<br>
Who have promised their love<br>
To a thousand other men<br>
They've bargained their bodies<br>
And their virtue long gone<br>
For a few dirty coins<br>
And when he can't go on<br>
He plants his nose in the sky<br>
And he wipes it up above<br>
And he pisses like I cry<br>
For an unfaithful love<br>
In the port of Amsterdam<br>
In the port of Amsterdam<br>
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