| It was on one Monday’s morning as I crossed o’er the Moors
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| I had little thought of listing 'til the Soldiers did me cross
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| The company enticed me to drink their health all around
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| And the bounty
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| And the bounty
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| They gave me five guineas and a crown
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| Now my head was full of drink, love, and I didn’t think of you
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| And now I’m forced to go and join the orange and the blues
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| Our ship she waits at anchor to take the flowing tide
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| I’ll return, love
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| I’ll return, love
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| I’ll return, love
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| I’ll return, love, in the springtime when I’ll make you my bride
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| So early the next morning, before the break of day
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| The Captain gave his orders and my love marched away
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| All in your ranks and files, boys, all on your native shore
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| Fare thee well, love, fare thee well love
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| Fare thee well, love, fare thee well
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| Fare thee well, love, you’re the lad that I adore
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| But I hope you never prosper and I hope you always fail
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| In everything you venture, I hope you ne’er do well
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| And the very ground you walk upon, may the grass refuse to grow
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| Since you’ve been the
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| Since you’ve been the
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| Since you’ve been the
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| Since you’ve been the very cause of my sorrow grief and woe
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| Well, it’s true my love has listed
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| And he wears the blue cockade
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| He is a handsome young man
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| Likewise a roving blade
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| He is a handsome young man and he’s gone to serve the king
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| While my very
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| While my very
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| While my very
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| While my very heart is aching all for the love of him
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| Farewell |