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Oh, fare you well my own true love,
Oh, fare you well my dear;
The ship is waiting and the wind is high
And I am bound away to the sea, Mary Anne,
Yes, I am bound away to the sea, Mary Anne.
Ten thousand miles away from you,
Ten thousand miles or more,
The earth will freeze and the sea will burn
If I never no more return to you, Mary Anne,
If I never no more return to you, Mary Anne.
A lobster boiling in the pot
And a blue fish on the hook,
They're suffering long but it's nothing like
The ache I feel for you, my dear Mary Anne,
Like the ache I feel for you, my dear Mary Anne.
Oh, had I brought a flask of gin
With sugar here for two
And a great big bowl for to mix it in,
I'd pour a drink for you, my dear Mary Anne,
Yes, I'd pour a drink for you, my dear Mary Anne.
So fare you well my own true love,
Fare you well my dear;
The ship is waiting and the wind is high,
And I am bound away to the sea, Mary Anne,
Yes, I am bound away to the sea, Mary Anne.
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