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A sailor's life, it is a merry life |
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He robs young girls of their heart's delight |
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Leaving them behind to weep and mourn |
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They never know when they will return |
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"Well, there's four and twenty all in a row |
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My true love he makes the finest show |
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He's proper, tall, genteel withal |
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And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all" |
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"Oh, father build for me a bonny boat |
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That on the wide ocean I may float |
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And every Queen's ship that we pass by |
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There I'll inquire for my sailor boy" |
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They had not sailed long upon the deep |
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When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet |
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"You sailors all, pray tell me true |
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Does my sweet William sail among your crew?" |
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"Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here |
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For he's been drownded, we greatly fear |
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On yon green island, as we passed it by |
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There we lost sight of your sailing boy" |
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Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair |
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She was like a young girl in great despair |
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And her little boat against a rock did run |
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"How can I live now? My sweet William is gone" |
