| Charles Louis Dominique Pierre Buchard
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| True to the breed that bore him
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| Answered the call that held him thrall
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| His father’s heart before him
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| Charles Louis Dominique sailed away
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| Further than love could find him
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| Yet through the night he heard a light
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| And gentle voice behind him say
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| Matelot, Matelot
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| Where you go my thoughts go with you
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| Matelot, Matelot
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| When you go down to the sea
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| As you gaze from afar
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| On the evening star
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| Wherever you may roam
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| You will remember the light
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| Through the winter night
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| That guides you safely home
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| Though you find womankind to be frail
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| One love cannot fail, my son
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| Till our days are done
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| Matelot, Matelot
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| Where you go my thoughts go with you
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| Matelot, Matelot
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| When you go down to the sea
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| Charles Louis Dominique Pierre Buchard
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| Journeyed the wide world over
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| Lips that he kissed could not resist
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| This loving roving rover
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| Charles Louis Dominique, right or wrong
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| Ever pursued a new love
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| Till in his brain there beat a strain
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| He knew to be his true love song
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| Matelot, Matelot
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| Where you go my heart goes with you
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| Matelot, Matelot
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| When you go down to the sea
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| For a year and a day
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| You may sail away
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| And have no thought of me
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| Yet through the wind and the spray
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| You will hear me say
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| No love was ever free
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| You will sigh when horizons are clear
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| Something that is dear to me
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| Cannot let me be
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| Matelot, Matelot
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| Where you go my heart goes with you
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| Matelot, Matelot
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| When you go down to the sea |