Testo:
ROLL ALABAMA ROLL
When the Alabama's keel was laid
Roll, Alabama, Roll
It was laid in the yards of Jonathan Laird
O roll, Alabama, roll
It was laid in the yards of Jonathan Laird
It was laid in the town of Birkenhead
Down Mersey way she sailed then
Liverpool fitted her with guns and men
Down mersey way she sailed forth
To destroy the commerce of the North
To Cherbourg harbor she sailed one day
To collect her share of the prize money
And many a sailor saw his doom
When the Yankee Kearsage hove into view
A shot from the forward pivot that day
Blew the Alabama's steering gear away
Off the three mile limit in sixty-four
She sank to the bottom of the ocean floor
@sailor @war
filename[ ROLLALAB
SF
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
When the Alabama's keel was laid
Roll, Alabama, Roll
It was laid in the yards of Jonathan Laird
O roll, Alabama, roll
It was laid in the yards of Jonathan Laird
It was laid in the town of Birkenhead
Down Mersey way she sailed then
Liverpool fitted her with guns and men
Down mersey way she sailed forth
To destroy the commerce of the North
To Cherbourg harbor she sailed one day
To collect her share of the prize money
And many a sailor saw his doom
When the Yankee Kearsage hove into view
A shot from the forward pivot that day
Blew the Alabama's steering gear away
Off the three mile limit in sixty-four
She sank to the bottom of the ocean floor
@sailor @war
filename[ ROLLALAB
SF
===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY
