There is many a ship in the Pacific
That flies the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know they're some
Their mothers were all tailors
They sewed their navy blue uniforms
Their fathers are all gamblin' officers
Down in the Pacific
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a life boat and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a Junk
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Oh mothers tell your children
Not to do what they have done
Spend their lives in sin and misery
Flying the Rising Sun
Well, they got one foot on the rowing boat
The other foot on the deck
They're taken aboard the USS New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is many a ship in the Pacific
That flies the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know they're some
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Right...back to a not so poetical moment
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