| When cockle shells turn into silvery bells,
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| then will my love return to me.
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| When roses grow in the wintery snow,
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| then will my love return to me.
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| Oh waly, waly, love be BE BONNIE
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| and bright as a jewel when IT’S FIRST NEW…
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| But love grows old, and waxes cold,
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| and fades away like morning dew.
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| There is a ship, it sails the sea,
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| It’s loaded high and (as) deep can be.
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| But not so deep as my love for THEE.
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| I know not if I sink or swim.
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| Oh waly, waly, love BE BONNIE
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| Bright as a jewel when first new…
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| But love grows old and waxes cold,
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| and fades away… like morning dew. |