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Fare thee well, my own true love |
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Fare thee well a while, |
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For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows free |
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And I am bound away for the sea, |
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Mary Ann. |
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If I had a flask of gin, |
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Whiskey there for two |
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And a great big bowl for to mix them in |
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I'd mix a drink for you my dear |
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Mary Ann. |
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The lobster boiling in the pot, |
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The bluefish on the hook; |
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The pain they bear is nothing like |
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The ache I bear for you my dear |
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Mary Ann. |
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Fare thee well, my own true love |
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Fare thee well a while, |
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For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows free |
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And I am bound away for the sea, |
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Mary Ann. |
