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Oh, the waves on the sea, how they roll |
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The chilly winds, how they do blow |
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My own true love got drownded in the deep |
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And the ship never got to the shore |
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Oh, the first on the deck was a porter of the ship |
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And a rough-looking fellow was he |
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Says, I care no more for my wife and my child |
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Than I do for the fish in the sea |
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Oh, the waves on the sea, how they roll |
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The chilly winds, how they do blow |
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My own true love got drownded in the deep |
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And the ship never got to the shore |
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Well, I left my dear darling a-grieving |
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I left my dear darling a-grieving |
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I left my dear darling to grieving after me |
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For I never expect to see her anymore |
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Oh, the waves on the sea, how they roll |
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The chilly winds, how they do blow |
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My own true love got drownded in the deep |
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And the ship never got to the shore |
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Oh, the waves on the sea, how they roll |
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The chilly winds, how they do blow |
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My own true love got drownded in the deep |
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And the ship never got to the shore |
