| A sailor’s life, it is a merry life.
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| He robs young girls of their hearts' delight,
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| Leaving them behind to weep and mourn,
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| And they never know when they will return.
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| Well, there’s four and twenty all in a row
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| My sweetheart makes the finest show.
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| He’s proper tall, genteel with thrall,
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| And if I don’t have him, I’ll have none at all.
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| Oh father, build me a bonny boat,
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| So on the wide ocean I must float
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| And every ship that I pass by,
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| I’ll enquire for my lone sailor boy
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| They had not sailed long on the deep
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| When a Queen’s ship they chanced to meet.
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| «Oh sailors all, please tell me true,
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| Does my sweet William sail along with you?»
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| «Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here
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| For he’s been drowned, we greatly fear
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| On yonder isle as we passed it by,
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| There we lost the sight of your sailor boy.»
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| Well, she wrung her hands and she tore her hair.
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| Much like a damsel in great despair.
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| And her boat against a rock did run.
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| «How can I live now my William is gone?» |