| Seven sailors from the north set their sails for the isle of Rott
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| Then their heading turns southwest for adventure and conquest
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| Seven sailors head southwest as the wind fills their sails
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| On a journey across the North Sea for adventure and conquest
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| And the sirens sing from every shear, as the northern seamen are drawing near
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| How they sing, how they bring the North men closer in
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| They approach the ship, clinging onto its rim
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| The sirens cling onto their ship, the sailors seem to lose their grip
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| Enchanted by the sirens' song, mesmerized, they go along
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| Seven sirens of the North Sea put the seamen to their rest
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| Ended their journey across the North Sea for adventure and conquest
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| And the sirens sang from every shear, as the Northern seamen were drawing near
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| How they sang, how they clang onto the drowning men
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| The seven sailors will never return again
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| Their ship went down, east of the United Kingdom
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| Now their seven widows weep, the seamen veiled in endless sleep
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| Come sleep with me, I’ll set you free
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| Come dream with me at the bottom of the North Sea
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| And the sirens sang from every shear, as the Northern seamen were drawing near
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| How they sang, how they clang onto the drowning men
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| The seven sailors will never return again |