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| G | |
| It's | fare thee well, my own true love, |
| D | |
| It's fare thee well for a | while, |
| G | C | G | |
| For the | ship is a-waiting and the | wind blows | free, |
| C | D | G | |
| And I am bound a | way for the | sea, Mary | Ann. |
Ten thousand miles away from home,
Ten thousand miles or more,
The sea may freeze and the earth may burn,
If I never more return to you, Mary Ann.
Do you see that crow that flies on high ?
She will surely turn to white,
If I ever prove false to you, my love,
Bright morn will turn to night, my dear, Mary Ann.
Your company, my dearest dear,
So pleasant it is to me,
It makes me think when I'm away,
That every day is three, my dear, Mary Ann.
I wish my breast were made of glass,
Wherein you might behold,
The secrets of my love are writ,
In letters made of gold, my dear, Mary Ann.
Do you see the grass that under your feet,
Arise and grow again,
But love it is a killing thing,
Did you ever feel the pain, my dear, Mary Ann.
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