| The young man rose his pretty face
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| All for to feel the salty spray
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| When storms are mustering, they say
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| I’ll come and take you all away
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| I am a traveller by trade
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| I only have what I have made
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| A fortune teller too they say
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| And I can take you all away
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| Listen Listen to him do
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| He is the one who is for you
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| Listen, they say
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| He’ll come and take us all away
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| And over there the young man stayed
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| Upon on the rocks so rough and grey
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| Watching the boy, watching the day
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| Thinking of how he came to be
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| A young man he, he is so real
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| And never more to go astray
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| He is of value now they say
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| And he can take himself away
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| Listen Listen to him do
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| He is the one who is for you
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| Listen, they say
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| He’ll come and take us all away |