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I'm go[C]ing a[F]way to [C]leave you, love, I'm going a[G]way for a[C]while,
but I'll re[F]turn to [C]you some time, if I go ten thou[G]sand [ C]miles.
The [F]storms are on the [C]ocean, the [F]heavens may [G]cease to [C]be,
this [F]world may lose its [C]motion, love, if I prove [G]false to [C]thee.
Oh, who will dress your pretty little feet, oh, who will glove your hand.
Oh, who will kiss your rosy red cheek, when I'm in a far off land?
The storms are on the ocean, the heavens may cease to be,
this world may lose its motion, love, if I prove false to thee.
3.Oh,Poppa will dress my pretty little feet,and Momma will glove my hand.
You can kiss my rosy red cheeks, when you return again.
Oh, have you seen those mournful doves, flying from pine to pine,
a-mourning for their own true love just like I mourn for mine.
I'll never go back on the ocean, love, I'll never go back on the sea,
I'll never go back from the blue-eyed girl, till she goes back on me.