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Wandering back to when I was a kid and went down to the docks to
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Watch the old men carving wood and watch the sailors tying knots
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But the thing that I remember best is gray-haired old Patch Eye
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And the stories that he told about his younger days as we watched those 
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ships roll by.
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CHORUS:         He talked about his missing eye and
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                He talked about his wooden leg
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                But he never told me about the old tattoo
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                On his right arm that said Meg