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Fare thee well, my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu. |
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We're goin' away from the Holy Ground and the girls we all love true. |
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We will sail the salt seas over and we'll return for shore, |
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To see again the girls we love and the Holy Ground once more. |
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Fine girl you are! |
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You're the girl I do adore, |
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And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more. |
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Fine girl you are! |
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And now the storm is raging and we are far from shore; |
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And the good old ship is tossin' about and the rigging is all tore. |
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And the secrets of my mind, my love, you're the girl I do adore, |
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And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more. |
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Fine girl you are! |
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You're the girl I do adore, |
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And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more. |
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Fine girl you are! |
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And now the storm is over and we are safe and well |
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We will go into a public house and we'll sit and drink like hell! |
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We will drink strong ale and porter and we'll make the rafters roar, |
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And when our money is all spent, we'll go to sea once more. |
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Fine girl you are! |
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You're the girl I do adore, |
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And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more. |
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Fine girl you are! |
