| Said Johnny to Molly, «I am now going to leave you
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| But do not be grieved at my going away
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| For the more we are parted, we’ll always be true-hearted
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| And again I’ll return in the sweet month of May»
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| Said Molly to Johnny, «Oh I will mourn for you
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| And I will be grieved at your going away
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| For you know very well that your absence does grieve me
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| I’m afraid you might die in a strange country
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| I’ll dress myself up like a neat little sea boy
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| Amidst all life’s dangers I will stand your friend
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| Through the winds that lie low, to high winds are a-blowing
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| My dear, I’ll be with you to plow the rough main"
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| «Your delicate fingers our ropes could not handle
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| Your lily-white feet, love, our decks could not stand
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| The cold nights of winter you ne’er could endure them
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| So stay at home, darling, to the seas do not go»
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| Her two little arms, 'round his neck she entwined them
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| The clear crystal tears from her eyes down did flow
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| And her lily-white hands on the decks she kept wringing
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| Crying, «Oh my beloved will I never see you more?»
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| So come, all ye fair maids that’s inclined to marry
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| Never place your affection too much on one man
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| For first he will court you and then he’ll deceive you
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| He’ll leave you as I was left to mourn when he’s gone |