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Oh my love he works upon the sea |
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On the waves that blow wild and free |
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He splices the ropes and he sets the sail |
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While southwards he roams to the home of the whale |
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And he ne'er thinks of me far behind |
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Or the torments that rage in my mind |
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He is mine for only part of the year |
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Then I'm left all alone with only my tears |
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All ye ladies that smell of wild rose |
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Think you for your perfume of where a man goes |
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Think you of the wives and the babies that yearn |
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For the man ne'er returns sleeping without a stone |
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Oh my love he works upon the sea |
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On the waves that blow wild and free |
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He splices the ropes and he sets the sail |
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While southwards he roams to the home of the whale |
