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SEA SONGS. |
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They are hailing from our boat; Out, this tide, our ship must float; On this moment, how I'll doat
When storms blow; Good-bye—good-bye—good-bye ; While I live, and if I die, Can I change ? no, Nan, not I;
That you know. |
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