| Jean Louis Dominic Pierre Bouchon
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| True to the breed that bore him
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| Answered the call
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| That held in thrall
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| His father’s heart before him
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| Jean Louis Dominic sailed away
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| Further than love could find him
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| Yet in the night
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| 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 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 appear
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| «Something that is dear
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| 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
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| Jean Louis Dominic Pierre Bouchon
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| Traveled the wide world over
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| Lips that he kissed
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| Could not resist
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| This loving, roving rover
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| Jean Louis Dominic, right or wrong
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| Ever pursued a new love
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| 'Til in his brain
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| He heart a strain
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| He knew to be his true love
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| Song:
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| 'Matelot, Matelot
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| Where you go, my heart will follow
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| Matelot, Matelot
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| When you go down to the sea
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| When there’s grief in the sky
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| And the waves fly by
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| My heart to yours will say
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| «You can be sure that I’m true
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| To my love for you
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| Though half a world away.»
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| Never mind
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| If you find
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| Other charms
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| Here within my arms
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| You’ll sleep
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| Sailor from the deep
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| Matelot, Matelot
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| Where you go, my heart will follow
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| Matelot, Matelot
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| When you go down to the sea |