| T’was midnight on the stormy deep
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| My solitary watch I’d keep
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| And think of her I’d left behind
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| And ask if she’d be true and kind
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| I never shall forget the day
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| That I was forced to go away
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| In silence there my head she’d rest
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| And held me to her loving breast
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| Oh Willy don’t go back to sea
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| There’s other girls as good as me
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| But none can love you true as I
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| Pray don’t go where the bullets fly
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| The deep deep sea may us divide
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| And I may be some other’s bride
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| But still my thoughts will oft times stray
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| To be with thou so far away
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| I never have proved false to thee
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| The love I gave was true and kind
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| But you have proved untrue to me
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| I can no longer call thee mine
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| So fare-thee-well I’d rather make
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| My home upon some icy lake
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| Where the southern sun refused to shine
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| Then to trust a love so false as thine |