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Singapore ukulele

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  Bm    F#           Bm    F#
We sail tonight for singapore,
  Bm    F#           Bm    F#
Were all as mad as hatters here
  Bm    F#           Bm    F#
Ive fallen for a tawny moor,
  Bm    F#           Bm    F#
Took off to the land of nod
  Em    Bm            Em   Bm
Drank with all the chinamen,
  Em    Bm            Em   Bm
Walked the sewers of paris
  Bm    F#           Bm    F#
I danced along a colored wind,
  Bm    F#           Bm    F#
Dangled from a rope of sand
  A     Em           A     Em  
You must say goodbye to me
  A     Em           F#


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We sail tonight for singapore,
Dont fall asleep while youre ashore
Cross your heart and hope to die
When you hear the children cry
Let marrow bone and cleaver choose
While making feet for children shoes
Through the alley, back from hell,
When you hear that steeple bell
You must say goodbye to me

Wipe him down with gasoline
til his arms are hard and mean
From now on boys this iron boats your home
So heave away, boys

We sail tonight for singapore,
Take your blankets from the floor
Wash your mouth out by the door,
The whole towns made of iron ore
Every witness turns to steam,
They all become italian dreams
Fill your pockets up with earth,
Get yourself a dollars worth
Away boys, away boys, heave away

The captain is a one-armed dwarf,
Hes throwing dice along the wharf
In the land of the blind
The one-eyed man is king, so take this ring

We sail tonight for singapore,
Were all as mad as hatters here
Ive fallen for a tawny moor,
Took off to the land of nod
Drank with all the chinamen,
Walked the sewers of paris
I drank along a colored wind,
I dangled from a rope of sand
You must say goodbye to me

            
            
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