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A CHANTY OF THE EMDEN
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The Sydney and the Emden
They went it shovel and tongs,
The Emden had her rights to prove,
The Sydney had her wrongs:
The Sydney had her wrongs, my lads,
And a crew of South Sea blues;
Their hearts were hot, and as they shot
They sang like kangaroos—
"Now you come along with me, sirs,
You come along with me:
You've had your fun, you ruddy old Hun,
And it's time you were home from sea!"

The Sydney she was straddled,
But the Emden she was strafed,
They knocked her guns and funnels out,
They fired her fore and aft:
They fired her fore and aft, my lads,
And while the beggar burned
They salved her crew to a tune they knew,
But never had rightly learned—
"Now you come along with me, sirs,
You come along with me:
We'll find you fun till the fighting's done
And the pirate's off the sea—
Till the pirate's off the sea, my lads,
Till the pirate's off the sea:
We'll find them fun till the fighting's done
And the pirate's off the sea!"

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