Leave Her, Johnny Perfume Oil

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LEAVE HER, JOHNNY Oh the times are hard and the wages lowLeave her, Johnny, leave herOh the times are hard and the wages lowAnd it’s time for us to leave her. Oh my old mother she wrote to me‘My dear son, come home from sea.’ It was rotten meat and weevilly bread‘You’ll eat or starve,’ the Old Man said. I thought I heard the Old Man say‘You can go ashore and collect your pay.’ It’s time for us to say goodbyeFor the old pierhead is drawing nigh. Leave her, Johnny, leave herOh, leave her, Johnny, leave herThe voyage is done and the winds don’t blowAnd it’s time for us to leave her. A sailor’s love song to her ship: Laotian oud, white cedarwood, sweet black patchouli, spiced rum, blackened fig, and coconut. Show more