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Jean Louis Dominic Pierre Bouchon |
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True to the breed that bore him, |
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Answered the call |
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That held in thrall |
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His father's heart before him. |
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Jean Louis Dominic sailed away, |
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Further than love could find him, |
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Yet in the night, |
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He heard a light |
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And gentle voice behind him say: |
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'Matelot, Matelot, |
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Where you go, my heart goes with you. |
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Matelot, Matelot, |
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When you go down to the sea. |
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For a year and a day |
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You may sail away, |
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And have no thought of me, |
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Yet through the wind and the spray |
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You will hear me say, |
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"No love was ever free." |
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You will sigh when horizons appear, |
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"Something that is dear |
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To me |
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Cannot let me be." |
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Matelot, Matelot, |
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Where you go, my heart goes with you. |
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Matelot, Matelot, |
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When you go down to the sea. |
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Jean Louis Dominic Pierre Bouchon, |
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Traveled the wide world over. |
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Lips that he kissed |
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Could not resist |
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This loving, roving rover. |
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Jean Louis Dominic, right or wrong, |
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Ever pursued a new love, |
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'Til in his brain |
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He heart a strain |
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He knew to be his true love |
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Song: |
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'Matelot, Matelot, |
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Where you go, my heart will follow. |
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Matelot, Matelot, |
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When you go down to the sea. |
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When there's grief in the sky |
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And the waves fly by, |
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My heart to yours will say, |
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"You can be sure that I'm true |
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To my love for you, |
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Though half a world away." |
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Never mind |
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If you find |
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Other charms. |
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Here within my arms, |
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You'll sleep, |
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Sailor from the deep. |
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Matelot, Matelot, |
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Where you go, my heart will follow. |
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Matelot, Matelot, |
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When you go down to the sea. |
