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And we’re seven days from heaven boys, seven days to 

go. 

They have a house in Barbados that every sailor knows. 

They call it the paradise and it’s every dream come 

true 

You’ll be poor, and happy and sore before your visits 

through 



We’ll have three days before we sail so wisely spend 

your time

Don’t waste it lads on sleep and food for that would be 

a crime.

They have three girls for every man and the rum it all 

flows free

So when we dock just grab your gear and quickly follow 

me.



We all set out some months ago no more than two or 

three

And since then we’ve had no sights but the sun and sky 

and sea.

But in a week you’ll have a treat laid out before your 

eyes

For we’re going to see those angels who work the 

Paradise.



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The chairs are large and comfortable in the grand main 

hall

And no one says you gotta move, no orders barked at all

When they’re free the girls will sing or tell a tale or 

two

And as they pour another glass you’ll know the name is 

true



I once met a mulatto there – a powder keg named Beth

I swore if this was Paradise I would welcome death

I’ve never known a finer place, I doubt I ever will

If I’d had the cash the last time through, then that’s 

where I’d be still.



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So heave that line and swab that deck, make sure the 

work is done

We’ll give the captain no excuse to take away our fun.

Make sure that the sails are taught, use all the wind 

you can

For we still have seven days to go before we reach the 

land.