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It was night, when the ship pulled ashoreTo collect, the comrades of warWhen a man, my old man's old manSpied a dame, that lit up his heart with a bangAnd that night, that nightThat moon, shone about as bright as it could shineThose stars, climbed about as high as they could climbThey knew, something strange was going onWhen the man, who was Stan,saw the dame, by the name, of JoanBut her face, was soon lost in the crowdMorning came, and that chance was drownedAt his post, he moped then leapt when he sawShe'd be there, to share the whole of the warAnd that night, that nightThat moon, shone about as bright as it could shineThose stars, climbed about as high as they could climbThey knew, something strange was going onWhen the man, who was Stan,met the dame, by the name, of JoanIn a frame, on a shelf, in the loungeThey look old, black and white, buttoned downYou forget, that they lived, and they ripped, and they roared From Letras Mania