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Charles Louis Dominique Pierre Buchard |
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True to the breed that bore him |
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Answered the call that held him thrall |
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His father's heart before him |
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Charles Louis Dominique sailed away |
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Further than love could find him |
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Yet through the night 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 thoughts go with you |
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Matelot, Matelot |
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When you go down to the sea |
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As you gaze from afar |
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On the evening star |
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Wherever you may roam |
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You will remember the light |
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Through the winter night |
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That guides you safely home |
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Though you find womankind to be frail |
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One love cannot fail, my son |
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Till our days are done |
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Matelot, Matelot |
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Where you go my thoughts go with you |
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Matelot, Matelot |
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When you go down to the sea |
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Charles Louis Dominique Pierre Buchard |
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Journeyed the wide world over |
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Lips that he kissed could not resist |
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This loving roving rover |
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Charles Louis Dominique, right or wrong |
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Ever pursued a new love |
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Till in his brain there beat a strain |
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He knew to be his true love song |
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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 are clear |
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Something that is dear 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 |
