| Sing a song of madeleine-mary
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| A tune that all can carry
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| Burly says if we don’t sing
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| Then we won’t have anything
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| All the boys on ship set sail
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| And the mate was madeleine-mary
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| When her eyes did fill with tears
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| It was extraordinary
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| It was extraordinary
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| For we none of us could see it
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| For she kept herself kept below
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| And all her feelings private
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| Sing a song of madeleine-mary
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| A tune that all can carry
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| Burly says if we don’t sing
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| Then we won’t have anything
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| None of us could get a glimpse
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| But all of us did want it
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| At night, above our sleeping heads
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| Our sleeping dreams were haunted
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| So now my kids you’d like to hear
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| Of one who reached and got her
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| Well, if there was, well, i think
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| He sleeps beneath the water
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| Sing a song of madeleine-mary
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| A tune that all can carry
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| Burly says if we don’t sing
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| Then we won’t have anything |