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Oh there was a jolly ship built in Nazi Germany,
And the name of the ship was the Admiral Graf Spee
And she looted merchant men of ev'ry nationality
As she sailed upon the rolling, bowling, as she sailed upon the rolling sea
She met three cruisers of the British Navy
And to stop them she knew would put Berlin on the spree
Their commander laughed aloud: "Now merry game there'll be,
For I'll sink them 'neath the rolling, bowling, for I'll sink them 'neath the rolling sea"
She fired her mighty guns, did the Admiral Graf Spee
Her captain laughed aloud, and hugged himself with glee
But he swore a hasty oath as the little cruisers three
Come dashing over the rolling, bowling, come dashing over the rolling sea
"To the helm, quick", he cried, "and turn face right merrily,
Or our Fuhrer's small mustache we never more may live to see"
With his tail between his legs, in his ear a lively flea
He went scurrying over the rolling, bowling, he went scurrying through the rolling sea
Yes, the "bear" he went to cover where his wounds the world could see,
For the British bulldog bite had hurted painfully
And the foeman speeding forward knew the fight that he had seen
Would end beneath the rolling, bowling, would end beneath the rolling sea
Yes, and this was the end of the Admiral Graf Spee
And perhaps it was for this that a pocket ship was she,
For in Davy Jones's pocket, scuttled most ingloriously
She rusts beneath the rolling, bowling, she rusts beneath the rolling sea