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HE'S ALL RIGHT IN WHOSE POCKET THERE'S ALWAYS SOME CHINK.
Now, messmates, attend and make note of my song,
If you follow its teaching, you can't go far wrong;
For I'd have it to tell you just that which I think,
He's all right in whose pocket there's always some chink.
If you follow its teaching, you can't go far wrong;
For I'd have it to tell you just that which I think,
He's all right in whose pocket there's always some chink.
What's a sailor without it? you're tight and you're smart,
But, if you've not the rhino, who'll give you her heart?
At the roughest old salt, all the girls they will wink
If they twig in his pocket a good store of chink.
But, if you've not the rhino, who'll give you her heart?
At the roughest old salt, all the girls they will wink
If they twig in his pocket a good store of chink.
Oh! chink is the master, that all know that live;
Those with it their orders to others can give;
A poor devil can't swallow a bite or a drink
Without sponging on some one, unless he has chink.
Those with it their orders to others can give;
A poor devil can't swallow a bite or a drink
Without sponging on some one, unless he has chink.
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Then hold to the brads that so hardly you earn;
While you have them, why, all, lads, will do you a turn,
Even home and old friends, little of you will think,
If you can't pay your way, so just stick to the chink.
While you have them, why, all, lads, will do you a turn,
Even home and old friends, little of you will think,
If you can't pay your way, so just stick to the chink.
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