| I’m going away to a far distant land
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| I’m going away for a while
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| But I’ll return to you my love
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| I’ll go ten thousand miles
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| The sun will dry up the ocean
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| Heavens will cease to be
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| The world will lose it’s motion
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| If I prove false to thee
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| Oh who’s gonna shoe your pretty little feet
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| Who’s gonna glove your hand
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| Who’s gonna kiss your sweet ruby lips
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| When I’m in a foreign land
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| Father will shoe my feet
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| Mother will glove my hand
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| You can kiss my sweet ruby lips
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| If you return again
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| Who’s gonna comb your long yellow hair
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| Who’s gonna pay your fee
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| Who’s gonna father those sweet little babes
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| While I’m on a raging sea
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| Mother will comb my hair
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| Father will pay my fee
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| There’ll be no sweet little babes
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| While you’re away from me
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| The sun will dry up the ocean
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| Heavens will cease to be
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| The world will lose it’s motion
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| If I prove false to thee
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| Night and wind go tell my sailor boy
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| I’ll still wait in the dell
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| I would long to feel his warm embrace
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| On this lass of Loch Royale
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| The sun will dry up the ocean
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| Heavens will cease to be
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| The world will lose it’s motion
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| If I prove false to thee |