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Sailing over the Dogger Bank oh wasn’t it a treat,
The wind was blowing east-nor-east we had to give her sheet;
You ought to see us running, the wind a-blowing free
On the passage from the Dogger Bank to Brightlingsea.

So watch out matey, we know what to do
Give her a sheet and let her rip we’re the boys to pull her through;
You ought to see us running, the wind a-blowing free
On the passage from the Dogger Bank to Brightlingsea

‘Twas the strongest ship for an ocean trip that any of us could find,
No wind that blew dismayed the crew or troubled the Captains mind;
The man at the wheel was made to feel contempt for the wildest blow
Though it oft appeared when the gale had cleared he’d been in his bunk below

Now we’re the boys to make a noise when we come home ashore
As you may think we’ll have a drink and then call out for more
Before too long we’ll sing a song or two or three or four,
And when our rent it is all spent we’ll go to sea for more

So watch out matey, we know what to do
Give her a sheet and let her rip we’re the boys to pull her through;
You ought to see us running, the wind a-blowing free
On the passage from the Dogger Bank to Brightlingsea
On the passage from the Dogger Bank to Brightlingsea