| Once I was a waitin' man that lived at home at ease
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| Now I am a mariner that ploughs the angry seas
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| I always loved seafarin' life, I bid my love adieu
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| I shipped as steward and cook, me boys, on board the Kangaroo
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| Oh I never thought she would prove false or either prove untrue
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| As we sailed away through Milford Bay on board the Kangaroo
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| «Think of me, oh think of me,» she mournfully did say
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| «When you are in a foreign land and I am far away
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| Take this lucky tuppenny bit, it’ll make you bear in mind
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| That lovin' trustin' faithful heart you left in tears behind.»
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| «Cheer Up, cheer up, my own true love. |
| Don’t weep so bitterly,»
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| She sobbed, she sighed, she choked, she cried and could not say goodbye
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| «I won’t be gone for very long, 'tis but a month or two
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| When I will return again of course I´ll visit you.»
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| Our ship it was homeward bound from many’s the foreign shore
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| And many´s the foreign present unto me love I bore
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| I brought tortoises from Tenerife and toys from Timbuktu
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| A china rat, a Bengal cat and a Bombay cockatoo
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| Paid off I sought her dwellin' on a street above the town
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| Where an ancient dame upon the line was hangin' out her gown
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| «Where is me love? |
| ««She´s vanished, sir, six months ago
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| With a smart young man that drives the van for Chaplin, Son and Co
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| Here’s a health to dreams of married life, to soap suds and blue
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| Heart’s true love and patent starch and washin' soda too
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| I’ll go unto some foreign shore, no longer can I stay
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| And with some China hottentot I’ll throw meself away
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| Me love she is no foolish girl, her age it is two score
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| Me love she is no spinster, she’s been married twice before
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| I cannot say it was her wealth that stole me heart away;
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| She’s a washer in a laundry for one and nine a day |