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I was flat broke on the shore in the town of Baltimore
And I fancied taking a trip to Rio Janeiro
Well, the Frenchman gave me a chance and like wise a month's advance
And shipped me aboard the bark the Campañero.
That night I came on board, my head was whisky sore
And the crimp, he said, In your bunk you'll find a square-o
Well, the square-o it was small and the Cockney drank it all
On board of the handy bark the Campañero.
She was ready to sail away from the moorings where she lay
The sails were set and the wind was blowing fair-o
But the captain he was drunk, and he couldn't get out of his bunk
On board of the handy bark the Campañero.
Now the wind blew down the bay, it blew all of our sails away
And all of them flaming sheets we had to repair-o
So I lost my watch below and I was sent on the poop to sew
On board of the handy bark the Campañero.
Now the mate, he was a big bluff, and he tried to handle us rough
Says I, Is it me you're figuring for to scare-o
But a great big Russian Finn taught a couple of things to him
On board of the handy bark the Campañero.
After forty days or more we reached Brazilia's shore
And the man at the top he shouter, Mates, we're there-o
Well, the wind was blowing free and so straight ahead went we
And dipped our hook that night in Rio Janeiro.
Now the mate, he went ashore, and he never come back no more
And the captain he sent ashore his bags shillero
What with the mate, the skipper, the pump, I was nearly off my chump
On board of the handy bark the Campañero.
So now my voyage is o'er and I'm back in Baltimore
From those flaming old down-easters,, mates, beware-o
If ever more I go to sea, no more Yankee ship for me
For they may be like the bark the Campañero
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