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1. Come and See |
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There's an island hidden in the sound |
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Lapping currents lay your boat aground |
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Affix your barb and bayonet, the curlews carve their arabesques |
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And sorrow fills the silence all around |
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Come and see |
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There's a harbor lost within the reeds |
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A jetty caught in overhanging trees |
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Among the bones of cormorants, no boot mark here, nor fingerprints |
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The rivers roll down to a soundless sea |
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Come and see |
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Come and see |
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The tides all come and go, witnessed by no waking eye |
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The willows mark the wind |
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And all we know for sure amidst this fading light |
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We'll not go home again |
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Come and see |
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Come and see |
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In the lowlands, nestled in the heath |
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A briar cradle rocks it's babe to sleep |
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Its contents watched by Sycorax and Patagon in parallax |
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A foretold rumbling sounds below the deep |
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Come and see |
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Come and see |
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The tides all come and go, witnessed by no waking eye |
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The willows mark the wind |
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And all we know for sure amidst this fading light |
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We'll not go home again |
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Come and see |
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Come and see |
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2. The Landlord's Daughter |
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As I was a-ramble down by the water |
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I spied in sable the landlord's daughter |
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Produced my pistol then my saber |
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Said "Make no whistle or thou will be murdered" |
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La-ha-ha, la-ha-ha |
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She cursed, she shivered she cried for mercy |
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"My gold and silver if thou will release me" |
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Oh, la-ha-ha, la-ha-ha, la-oh-oh |
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I'll take no gold, miss, I'll take no silver |
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But I'll take those sweet lips and thou will deliver |
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Oh, la-ha-ha, la-ha-ha |
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3. You'll Not Feel the Drowning |
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I will dress your eyelids with dimes upon your eyes |
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Lay you close to water, green your grave will rise |
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Go to sleep now, little ugly |
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Go to sleep now, you little fool |
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Forty winking in the belfry |
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You'll not feel the drowning |
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You'll not feel the drowning |
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Forget you once had sweethearts they've forgotten you |
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Think you not on parents they've forgotten too |
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Go to sleep now, little ugly |
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Go to sleep now, you little fool |
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Forty-winking in the belfry |
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You'll not feel the drowning |
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You'll not feel the drowning |
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Go to sleep now, little ugly |
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Go to sleep now, you little fool |
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Forty-winking in the belfry |
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You'll not feel the drowning |
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You'll not feel the drowning |
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Hear you now the captain heave his sorrow'd cry |
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The weight upon your eyelids is dimes laid on your eyes |