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Goodbye, little Robin-Marie |
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Don't try following me |
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Don't cry, little Robin-Marie |
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'Cause you know I'm coming home soon |
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My ships' leaving on a three-year tour |
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The next tide will take us from shore |
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Windlaced, gather in sail and spray |
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On a search for the mighty sperm whale |
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Fly your willow branches |
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Wrap your body round my soul |
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Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets |
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There are years behind us reaching |
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To the place where hearts are beating |
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And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet |
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And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet |
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Starbuck's sharpening his harpoon |
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The black man is playing his tune |
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An old salt's sleeping his watch away |
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He'll be drunk again before noon |
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Three years sailing on bended knee |
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We found no whales in the sea |
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Don't cry, little Robin-Marie |
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'Cause we'll be in sight of land soon |
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Fly your willow branches |
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Wrap your body round my soul |
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Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets |
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There are years behind us reaching |
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To the place where hearts are beating |
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And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet |
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And I know you're the last true love I'll ever meet |
