Navy Boots On

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I'm a bold Irish navvy who worked on the line
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And the first place I worked was Newcastle-on-Tyne
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But through a misfortune that happened in fun
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I remember the night I'd me navvy boots on

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When the day's work was over I shaved off me beard
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To meet the young lady, I was well prepared
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For to meet the young lady, I then hurried down
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And I met her that night with me navvy boots on

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When I knocked on her window, my knock it was low
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When I knocked on her window, my knock she did know
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She jumped out of bed crying, "Is that you John?"
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"Well, it even it is, love, with me navvy boots on"

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Then she opened the door and invited me in
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"Come up to the fire, love, and warm your skin"
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Well, her room door being open and the blankets turned down
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I jumped into bed with me navvy boots on

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It was all of that night we did sport and did play
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Never thinking of time as it soon passed away
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Then she leaped out of bed crying, "What have I done?
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For the child will be born with his navvy boots on"

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I chastised me love so for talking so wild
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"Ya foolish young girl, you will never have a child"
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For all that I, ditched her, 'twas only in fun
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Then I ran like hell with me navvy boots on

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It was very soon after I was summoned to court
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To pay for me sins there as every man ought
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I give ten bob a week now to pay for the fun
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That I had that night with me navvy boots on

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