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I'm going away to leave you, love |
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I'm a-going away for a while |
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But I'll return to you some time |
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If I go 10,000 miles |
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The storms are on the ocean |
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The heaven may cease to be |
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This world may lose its motion, love |
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If I prove false to thee |
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Oh, who will dress your pretty little feet |
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Oh, who will glove your hand |
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And who will kiss your rosy red cheeks |
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When I'm in the far off land |
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The storms are on the ocean |
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The heaven may cease to be |
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This world may lose its motion, love |
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If I prove false to thee |
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Oh, papa will dress my pretty little feet |
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And mama will glove my hand |
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You can kiss my rosy red cheeks |
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When you return again |
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The storms are on the ocean |
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The heaven may cease to be |
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This world may lose its motion, love |
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If I prove false to thee |
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Oh, have you seen those mournful doves |
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Flying from pine to pine |
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A-mourning for their own true loves |
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Just like I mourn for mine |
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The storms are on the ocean |
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The heaven may cease to be |
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This world may lose its motion, love |
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If I prove false to thee |
