| 'Twas on one dark and stormy night
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| The snow was on the ground
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| The sailor boy was at his post
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| His ship was outward bound
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| His sweetheart standing by his side
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| She mourned a bitter tear
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| Though as he pressed her to his side
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| He whispered in her ear
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| Farewell, my own true love
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| This parting gives me pain
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| And you will be my guiding star
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| Till I return again
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| And then I think of you, my love
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| While storms are raging high
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| Then oh, sweetheart, remember me
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| Your faithful sailor boy
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| 'Twas sad to say the ship returned
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| Without the sailor boy
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| For he had died while on the sea
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| His flag was held most high
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| Farewell, my own true love
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| This parting gives me pain
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| And you will be my guiding star
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| Till I return again
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| And as his shipmate steps on shore
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| To tell that he was dead
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| The letter that he gave to her
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| These words it sadly read
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| Farewell, my own true love
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| On earth we’ll meet no more
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| So may we meet in heaven above
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| Where parting is no more |