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Browne |
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Jamaica was the lovely one, I played her well |
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As we lay in the tall grass where the shadows fell |
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Hiding from the children so they would not tell |
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We would stay there 'till her sister rang the evening bell |
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Jamaica, say you will |
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Help me find a way to fill these empty hours |
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Say you will come again tomorrow |
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The daughter of a captain on the rolling seas |
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She would stare across the water from the trees |
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Last time he was home he held her on his knees |
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And said the next time they would sail away just where they pleased |
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Jamaica, say you will |
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Help me find a way to fill these lifeless sails |
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And stay until my ships can find the sea |
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Jamaica was a sweet young one, I loved her true |
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She was a comfort and a mercy through and through |
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Hiding from this world together, next thing I knew |
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We had brought her things down to the bay |
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- what could I do |
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Jamaica, say you will |
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Help me find a way to fill these sails |
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And we will sail until our waters have run dry |