A-SALTY-DOG Procol-Harum.pdf

Salty Dog

Keith Reid & Gary Brooker 

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"All hands on deck, We sailed for  parts

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we've run a float!" un -known to man,

I heard the cap tain cry: where ships come home to die.

"Ex - plore the ship,  No lof  - ty  peak,

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re- place the cook! Let no one leave nor  for - tress bold could match our  cap -

a - live!" tain's eye.

A-cross the U - pon the

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a -round the horn, sea - sick  day

how far  we made

can sai - lors our  port of 

fly? call.

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A twis - ted A sand so

path, white,

our  tortu - red course, and seas so  blue,

and no one left no mor - tal place

a - live. at all.

straits, seventh

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To Coda

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We fired the gun,

and burned the mast,

and rowed fromship to

shore.

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Thecap-tain cried,

we sai -lors wept, our tearsweretearsof

joy.

 Nowman - y moons

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and man-y junes

havepassed since we made

land.

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A sal- ty dog,

D.S. al Coda

thissea-mans's log,

yourwit-ness my

own hand.