| Pedro the fisherman was always whistling such a merry call,
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| Girls who were passing by would hear him whistling by the harbour wall.
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| But his sweetheart Nina who loved him true, always knew
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| That his song belonged to her alone.
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| And in the evening when the lights were gleaming,
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| And they had to part,
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| As he sailed his boat away, echoing across the bay,
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| Came the tune that lingered in her heart.
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| But days of dreaming quickly pass and life goes rushing on,
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| And one day from the harbour wall she found his boat had gone.
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| He’d sailed away to find the gold the sea could never bring,
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| To buy a dress, a cuckoo clock, a saucepan and a ring.
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| She kept her eyes on the blue horizon, but he didn’t return.
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| She stopped her sighing and left off crying, but he didn’t return.
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| One day her father said to her, «Oh dearest daughter mine
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| You’ll never make a lot from fish, you’ll make much more from wine.
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| Though Miguel is very fat his vineyard’s doing well,
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| So marry him and let your dreams of Pedro go to hell.»
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| The organ peals, the choirboys sing,
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| The priest is ready with the book and ring,
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| So small and white here comes the bride,
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| And stands by swarthy Miguel’s side.
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| Will you have this man to be your lawful spouse eternally?
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| And suddenly the church is still; |
| they wait to hear her say «I will.»
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| When through the open doorway there, a faroff sound disturbs the air.
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| Suddenly she found her man, from the church out she ran,
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| There he was upon the harbour wall.
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| Down rushed the wedding guests upon the quayside, but the bride had gone.
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| As with love she sailed away, echoing across the bay,
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| Came the happy ending to her song. |