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Intro

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There's a place your mother goes, when everybody else is soundly sleeping

Through the lights of beacon street

And if you listen you can hear her weeping,

She's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling

And the snow is softly falling on her petticoats.

And she's standing in the harbour

And she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat.

See how they approach

With dirty hands and trousers torn they grapple 'til she's safe

within their keeping

A gag is placed between her lips to keep her sorry tongue from

any speaking, or screaming

And they row her out to packets where the sailor's sorry racket

calls for maidenhead

And she's scarce above the gunales when her clothes fall to a

bundle and she's laid in bed on the upper deck

Interlude

La la la la laa,la la la laa,

And so she goes from ship to ship, her ankles clasped, her arms

so rudely pinioned

'Til at last she's satisfied the lot of the marina's teeming

minions, in their opinions

And they tell her not to say a thing to cousin, kindred, kith or

kin or she'll end up dead

And they throw her thirty dollars and return her to the harbour

where she goes to bed, and this is how your fed

So be kind to your mother, though she may seem an awful bother,

and the next time she tries to feed you collard greens,

Remember what she does when you're asleep