Standing on the shore with this maiden in my arms A bottle of wine and there's ships floating by And behind my back all the sailors are singing About Amsterdam or some other bloody town Where they've been last year or many years ago Where the ships in the gates were wiggling to and fro And the maidens were plenty and horny as hell And the wine was so much that nobody could tell And we all sand And behind my back all the sailors are sleeping Dreaming 'bout tropical islands in the sun Where they (guitaretab.com)
