| Goodbye, little Robin-Marie
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| Don’t try following me Don’t cry, little Robin-Marie
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| 'Cause you know I’m coming home soon
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| My ships' leaving on a three-year tour
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| The next tide will take us from shore
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| Windlaced, gather in sail and spray
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| On a search for the mighty sperm whale
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| Fly your willow branches
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| Wrap your body round my soul
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| Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
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| There are years behind us reaching
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| To the place where hearts are beating
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| And I know you’re the last true love I’ll ever meet
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| And I know you’re the last true love I’ll ever meet
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| Starbuck’s sharpening his harpoon
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| The black man is playing his tune
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| An old salt’s sleeping his watch away
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| He’ll be drunk again before noon
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| Three years sailing on bended knee
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| We found no whales in the sea
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| Don’t cry, little Robin-Marie
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| 'Cause we’ll be in sight of land soon
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| Fly your willow branches
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| Wrap your body round my soul
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| Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets
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| There are years behind us reaching
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| To the place where hearts are beating
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| And I know you’re the last true love I’ll ever meet |
| And I know you’re the last true love I’ll ever meet |