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Cruel were my parents, to tear my love from me, |
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Cruel was the pressgang that took him to the sea, |
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Cruel was the little boat that rowed him off the strand, |
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And cruel was the big ship, that took him from the land, |
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Haul away, boys, haul away, |
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Haul away, boys, haul away. |
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Cruel was the water, that ship it sailed upon, |
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Cruel was the fair wind, for now my loves he's gone, |
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Had you blown a roaring gale they'd have left him on dry land, |
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Where he would walk besides me and I would hold his hand, |
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Haul away boys, haul away, |
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Haul away boys, haul away. |
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The ring beneath my pillow, is the ring he gave to me, |
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I'll wear it on my finger, for all the world to see, |
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But cruel was the captain, the bo'sun, and the men, |
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For they didn't give a farthing if I saw my love again, |
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Haul away, boys, haul away, |
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Haul away boys, haul away. |
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Cruel were my parents, to tear my love from me, |
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Cruel was the pressgang that took him to the sea, |
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Cruel was the little boat that rowed him off the strand, |
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And cruel was the big ship, that took him from the land, |
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Haul away, boys, haul away, |
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Haul away, boys, haul away. |
