| My bonnie barque floats light and free
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| Across the surging foam
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| It bears me far from Innisfail
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| To seek a foreign home
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| A lonely exile traveller
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| 'Neath misfortune’s cruel frown
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| Away from home and the friends so dear
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| In sweet King Williams Town
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| While here upon the deck I stand
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| And watch the surging foam
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| Kind thoughts arise all in my mind
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| For friends I’ll ne’er see more
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| For childhood days and all happy hours
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| As fast the tears roll down
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| For my old home and the friends so dear
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| In sweet King Williams Town
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| Shall I no more gaze on that shore
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| Or view those mountains high
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| Or gaze along Black Water’s banks
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| Where I roamed as a boy
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| For to view the sun over Knockacummer
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| Light up the heather brown
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| Before she flings her little farewell beams
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| Over sweet King Williams Town |