| A girl upon the shore did ask a favour of the sea;
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| «Return my blue eyed sailor boy safely back to me
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| Forgive me if I ask too much, I will not ask for more
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| But I shall weep until he sleeps safe upon the shore.»
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| As though the sea did hear her plea, a vision did appear
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| The drifting tip of some wrecked ship came floating ever near
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| A figure there did cling to it, approaching more and more
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| As if to ride on some strange tide, safe upon the shore
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| So give a sailor not your heart
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| Lest sorrow you do seek;
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| Let true love not be torn apart
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| By favours from the sea
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| My love, she cried as she espied the figure on the spar
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| His clean white shirt was drenched and torn, he must have floated far
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| She thought with bliss how she would kiss the lips she did adore
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| And oh, how sweet to see his feet safe upon the shore
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| So give a sailor not your heart
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| Lest sorrow you do seek;
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| Let true love not be torn apart
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| By favours from the sea
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| As she drew near, she felt the fear that something was astray
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| His mouth was slack and his blue eyes stared blindly at the day
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| And in a daze, she turned her gaze from the corpse the driftwood bore
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| And the cold cold sea pushed ruthlessly, safe upon the shore
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| So give a sailor not your heart
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| Lest sorrow you do seek;
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| Let true love not be torn apart
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| By favours from the sea
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| Now fishermen, they cast their nets like miners pan for gold
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| And sailors push off from the docks and pray the gales will hold
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| The sea just sits silently, but sometimes, she does more
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| And someone weeps as her love sleeps safe upon the shore |