As I was going to St. Ive
(pronounced ‘Eve’)
I met a met a man whose name was St.eve,
he told me that he wouldn’t leave
(but not what or where he wouldn’t leave)
and it was then that he told me
that his name was St.eve.
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(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.
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As I was going to…
As I was going to St. Ives
I met a man who picked up leaves;
he picked up nine and seven more,
he then dropped four,
and picked up five;
with how many leaves did I arrive?
