| I’m going away to leave you, love
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| I’m going away for a while
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| But I’ll return to you some time
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| If I go 10,000 miles
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| The storms are on the ocean
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| The heavens may cease to be
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| This world may lose its motion, love
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| If I prove false to thee
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| Oh, who will dress your pretty little feet
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| Oh, who will glove your hand
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| Who will kiss your rosy red cheeks
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| When I’m in the far off land
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| The storms are on the ocean
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| The heavens may cease to be
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| This world may lose its motion, love
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| If I prove false to thee
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| Oh, papa will dress my pretty little feet
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| And mama will glove my hand
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| You can kiss my rosy red cheeks
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| When you return again
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| The storms are on the ocean
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| The heavens may cease to be
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| This world may lose its motion, love
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| If I prove false to thee
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| Oh, have you seen those lonesome doves
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| Flying from pine to pine
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| A-mourning for their own true loves
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| Just like I mourn for mine
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| The storms are on the ocean
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| The heavens may cease to be
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| This world may lose its motion, love
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| If I prove false to thee
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| I’ll never go back on the ocean, love
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| I’ll never go back on the sea
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| I’ll never go back on the blue-eyed girl
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| Till she goes back on me |