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My Dearest Dear
ra - ther I could go with you Or you could tar - ry here.
2 O my old mother's hard to leave, My father's on my mind,
But for your sake I'll go with you
And leave them all behind.
But for your sake I'll go with you,
O mother, fare you well,
For fear I never see you any more
While here on earth we dwell.
3 I wish your breast was made of glass, All in it I might behold;
Your name in secret I would write
In letters of bright gold.
Your name in secret I would write,
Pray believe in what I say,
You are the man that I love best
Unto my dying day.
4 But when you are on some distant shore, Think on your absent friend,
And when the wind blows high and clear, A line or two, pray send. And when the wind blows high and clear, Pray send it, love, to me, That I may know by your own hand-write How times has went with thee. 242