| Fare thee well, my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu.
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| For we’re going away from the Holy Ground and the girls we love so true.
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| And we’ll sail the salt seas over and we’ll return for sure,
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| To see again the girls we love and the Holy Ground once more.
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| (Shouted) Fine girl you are!
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| (Sung) You’re the girl I adore,
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| And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.
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| (Shouted) Fine girl you are!
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| And now the storm is raging and we are far from shore;
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| And the poor old ship is tossin' about and the rigging is all tore.
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| And the secrets of my mind, my love, you’re the girl I do adore,
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| And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.
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| And now the storm is over and we are safe and well
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| And we’ll go into a public house and we’ll sit and drink like hell!
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| And we’ll drink strong ale and porter and we’ll make the rafters roar,
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| And when our money is all spent we’ll go to sea once more. |