As I was going to St. Ives…
(Singing)
As I was going to St. Ives….
Herman’s Friends: (Heave away, haul away)
I met a man with seven wives…
Herman’s Friends: (Heave always, haul away)
They were bound for South Australia.
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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