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Fare thee well
My own true love
Fare thee well
My dear
The ship is waiting and the wind blows high
And I
Am bound
Away
To the sea
Marianne
Ten thousand miles
Away from you
Ten thousand miles
Or more
The earth will burn and the sea will freeze
If nevermore
I return
To you
Marianne
Lobster boiling
In the pot
Bluefish on
The hook
This offering lumber it's nothing like
The ache
I bear
For you
My dear
Marianne
Oh I wish
I had
A flask of gin
Sugar here
For two
And a great big bowl for to mix it in
I'd pour
A drink
For you
My dear
Marianne
And I
Am bound
Away
To the sea
Marianne
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