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| When I was just a little lad |
| Of maybe two or three |
| I had a tiny sailboat |
| That my aunt had given me. |
| And when I had to take a bath |
| I'd put it in the tub with me |
| And dream of the day when I would help |
| To sail a ship at sea. |
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| In History books I read of ships |
| And brave men sailing round |
| To prove the world was not so small |
| And naming new lands they had found. |
| I wished that I had lived back there |
| And had a ship to sail the sea |
| Then I could have discovered land |
| And had a country named for me. |
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| While still in school I got a job |
| At a motel by the lake |
| I found an old boat lying there |
| My boss said I could take. |
| As I would watch the distance grow |
| Between the sandy beach and me |
| I longed for the day I'd join a ship |
| And head for the open sea. |
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| That day has come and I'm so glad |
| To belong to the Boys in Blue |
| And now, at last, I have a ship |
| And a special job to do. |
| On my ship we're a friendly crew |
| And no one is a stranger |
| I am happy and proud to be |
| A sailor on the U.S.S. Ranger |
