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Verse 1	Pull, pull, pull on your oar! 
	Pull until your hands are raw,
	Then you need to pull some more!
	Imagine it’s a tug-of-war.
	Heave-ho! Heave-ho!
	Listen to the beating drum,
Though your legs are getting numb,
And you’re feeling overcome, grit your teeth and 
Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho!
Altogether take the strain,
Blood is pumping through your veins,
Just forget about the pain, grit your teeth and 
Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho!
This race across the seas, well it’s murder on the knees!
Thanks a million Herakles!

Verse 2 	Pull, pull, pull on your oar!
	Pull until your hands are raw,
	Then you need to pull some more!
	Imagine it’s a tug-of-war.
	Heave-ho! Heave-ho!
Slip a disc with every stroke,
	All the friction’s causing smoke,
	Though you splutter and you choke, grit your teeth and 
	Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho!
	When you’re rowing with such clout
	There’s no shadow of a doubt
	Gonna put a shoulder out! Grit your teeth and 
Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho!
This race across the seas, well it’s murder on the knees!
Thanks a million Herakles!
Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho! Heave-ho! 

This race across the seas, well it’s murder on the knees!
	Thanks a million Herakles!

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