| Where have you been my long lost love
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| This seven long years and more
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| Seeking gold for thee my love
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| And riches of great store
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| I might have married a king’s daughter
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| Far far beyond the sea
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| But I refused the golden crown
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| All for the love of thee
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| What have you to keep me with
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| If I with you should go
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| If I forsake my husband dear
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| And my young son also
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| Chorus I’ll show you where the white lilies grow
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| On the banks of Italy
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| I’ll show you where the white fishes swim
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| At the bottom of the sea
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| Seven ships all on the sea
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| The eighth brought me to land
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| With four and twenty mariners
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| And music on every hand
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| She set her foot upon the ship
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| No mariners could behold
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| The sails were of the shining silk
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| The masts of beaten gold
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| Oh what are you high hills
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| The sun shines sweetly in
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| Those are the hills of heaven my love
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| Where you will never win
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| What is that mountain yonder there
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| Where evil winds do blow
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| Yonder’s the mountain of hell he cried
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| Where you and I must go
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| He took her up to the top mast high
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| To see what he could see
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| He sunk the ship in a flash of fire
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| To the bottom of the sea |