Lyrics

I have a ship on the ocean,
All lined with silver and gold,
Before I’d see my true love suffer
That ship should be anchored and sold.

I’m a-goin’ to the shuckin’ of the corn,
I’m a-goin’ to the shuckin’ of the corn,
A-shuckin’ of the corn and a-blowin’ of the horn,
I’m a-goin’ to the shuckin’ of the corn

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