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And must you go my flower my gem |
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My laughter and my hope of joy |
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To follow fortune through all the world |
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Make luck pursue you my darling boy |
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The sun shines bright in France |
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Yellow it shines on high Barbaree |
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Oh, be my light of day |
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Carry not long on the banks of sweet Italy |
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A golden ring is a precious thing |
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Red stockings and shoes of green |
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A dwelling place with painted door |
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A wide white bed to love you in |
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Summer's gone with calm days |
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Ungentle now is Biscay Bay |
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A cold fear claims my heart |
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God save all sailors from the cruel waves |
