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Seven sailors from the north
 Set their sails for the isle of Rott
 Then their heading turns southwest
 For adventure and conquest

 Seven sailors head southwest as the wind
 Fills their sails
 On a journey across the North Sea for
 Adventure and conquest

 And the sirens sing from every shear
 As the northern seamen are drawing near
 How they sing
 How they bring the North men closer in
 They approach the ship
 Clinging on to its rim

 The sirens cling on to their ship
 The sailors seem to lose their grip
 Enchanted by the sirens song
 Mesmerized they go along

 Seven sirens of North Sea put the
 Seamen to their rest
 Ended their journey across the North Sea
 For adventure and conquest

 And the sirens sang from every shear
 As the Northern seamen were drawing near
 How they sang, how they clang on
 To the drowning men
 The seven sailors will never return again.

 Their ship went down
 East of the United Kingdom
 Now their seven widows weep
 The seamen veiled in endless sleep
 [bad word] sleep with me, I’ll set you free [bad word] dream with me
 At the bottom of the North Sea.