| There’s a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
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| Tomorrow for old England she sails
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| Far away from your land of endless sunshine
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| To my land full of rainy skies and gales
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| And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
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| Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
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| For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
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| More dearly than the spoken word can tell
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| For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
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| More dearly than the spoken word can tell
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| I’ve heard there’s a wicked war a-blazing
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| And the taste of war I know so very well
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| Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
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| Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
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| I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
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| But how bitter will be this last farewell
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| For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
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| More dearly than the spoken word can tell
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| For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
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| More dearly than the spoken word can tell
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| Though death and darkness gather all about me My ship be torn apart upon the seas
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| I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
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| And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
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| And should I return home safe again to England
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| I shall watch the English mist roll through the dale
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| For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
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| More dearly than the spoken word can tell
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| For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
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| More dearly than the spoken word can tell |