A hundred years on the eastern shore,
Oh, yes, oh!
A hundred years on the eastern shore,
A hundred years ago
Oh, when I sailed across the sea,
My girl said she'd be true to me.

I promised her a golden ring,
She promised me that little thing.

Oh, up aloft this yard must go,
For mister mate has told us so.

I thought I heard the old man say,
That we was homeward bound today.

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Writer(s): JOE YOUNG, NED WASHINGTON, VICTOR POPULAR YOUNG