| As I walked out one morning
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| In the springtime of the year
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| I overheard a sailor boy
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| Likewise a lady fair
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| They sang a song together
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| Made the valleys for to ring
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| While the birds on the spray in the meadows gay
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| Proclaimed the lovely spring
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| Said Willy unto Nancy
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| Oh we soon must sail away
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| For its lovely on the water
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| To hear the music play
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| For our Queen she do want seamen
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| So I will not stay on shore
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| I will brave the wars for my country
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| Where the blund’ring cannons roar
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| Poor Nancy fell and fainted
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| But soon he brought her to
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| For it’s there they kissed and there embraced
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| And took a fond adieu
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| Come change your ring with me my love
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| For we may meet once more
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| But there’s one above that will guard you love
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| Where the blund’ring cannons roar
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| For pounds it is our bounty
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| And that must do for thee
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| But to help the aged parents
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| While I am on the sea
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| For Tower Hill is crowded
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| With mother’s weeping sore
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| For their sons are gone to face the war
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| Where the blundering cannons roar |