| On one morning
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| In the month of may
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| When all the birds
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| Were singing
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| I saw a lovely maiden stray
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| Across the fields at break of day
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| She softly sung her roundelay
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| The tide flows in The tide flows out
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| Twice every day returning
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| Her cheeks were red
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| Her eyes were brown
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| Her hair in ringlets hanging down
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| Upon her face to hide the frown
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| Just as the tide was a flowing
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| The tide flows in The tide flows out
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| Twice everyday returning
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| A sailor’s wife at home must bide
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| She halted heavily she sighed
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| «he parted from poor me, a bride
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| I’m widowed by the sea"she cried
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| Just as the tide was a flowing
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| The tide flows in The tide flows out
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| Twice every day returning |