| sweet lady Mary has to rest her poor head
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| wakes in the morning with her breakfast in bed
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| I tried to help her but I did not know how
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| I tried to love her but it’s all over now
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| nothing left to comfort me, except a sunny day
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| steal away, steal away
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| over the stones along the dusty old road
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| with every footstep one more tale is told
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| with every turning one more side to see
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| sweet lady Mary’s seen the last of me
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| a lesson is learnt, I’ll never come this way again
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| I’ll steal away, steal away
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| her Spanish habits are so hard to forget
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| the lady lied with every breath I accept
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| was a matter of time before my face did not fit
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| I knew all along I’d have to quit
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| anyway now, I better not waste anymore of your time
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| I’ll steal away, steal away
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| I think I’ll go back home and start all again
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| where the Gulf Stream waters tend to ease the pain
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| and on a new day when I’ve mended the wound
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| sweet lady Mary’s gate I swear I’ll be bound
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| but before I sit down again and waste anymore of your time
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| I better steal away, steal away
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| steal away-ay |