| Cruel were my parents, to tear my love from me
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| Cruel was the pressgang that took him to the sea
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| Cruel was the little boat that rowed him off the strand
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| And cruel was the big ship, that took him from the land
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| Haul away, boys, haul away
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| Haul away, boys, haul away
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| Cruel was the water, that ship it sailed upon
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| Cruel was the fair wind, for now my loves he’s gone
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| Had you blown a roaring gale they’d have left him on dry land
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| Where he would walk besides me and I would hold his hand
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| Haul away boys, haul away
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| Haul away boys, haul away
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| The ring beneath my pillow, is the ring he gave to me
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| I’ll wear it on my finger, for all the world to see
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| But cruel was the captain, the bo’sun, and the men
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| For they didn’t give a farthing if I saw my love again
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| Haul away, boys, haul away
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| Haul away boys, haul away
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| Cruel were my parents, to tear my love from me
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| Cruel was the pressgang that took him to the sea
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| Cruel was the little boat that rowed him off the strand
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| And cruel was the big ship, that took him from the land
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| Haul away, boys, haul away
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| Haul away, boys, haul away |