| Jamaica was the lovely one, I played her well
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| As we lay in the tall grass where the shadows fell
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| Hiding from the children so they would not tell
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| We would stay there 'till her sister rang the evening bell
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| Jamaica, say you will
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| Help me find a way to fill these empty hours
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| Say you will come again tomorrow
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| The daughter of a captain on the rolling seas
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| She would stare across the water from the trees
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| Last time he was home he held her on his knees
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| And said the next time they would sail away just where they pleased
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| Jamaica, say you will
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| Help me find a way to fill these lifeless sails
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| And stay until my ships can find the sea
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| Jamaica was a sweet young one, I loved her true
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| She was a comfort and a mercy through and through
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| Hiding from this world together, next thing I knew
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| We had brought her things down to the bay -- what could I do
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| Jamaica, say you will
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| Help me find a way to fill these sails
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| And we will sail until our waters have run dry |