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The young man rose his pretty face, |
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All for to feel the salty spray. |
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When storms are mustering, they say |
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I'll come and take you all away. |
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I am a traveller by trade, |
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I only have what I have made. |
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A fortune teller too they say, |
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And I can take you all away. |
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Listen Listen to him do. |
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He is the one who is for you. |
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Listen, they say |
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He'll come and take us all away. |
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And over there the young man stayed, |
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Upon on the rocks so rough and grey. |
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Watching the boy, watching the day |
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Thinking of how he came to be. |
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A young man he, he is so real, |
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And never more to go astray. |
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He is of value now they say, |
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And he can take himself away. |
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Listen Listen to him do. |
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He is the one who is for you. |
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Listen, they say |
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He'll come and take us all away. |
