| Fare thee well, my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu.
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| We are bound away from the Holy Ground and the girls we love so true.
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| We’ll sail the salt seas over and we’ll return once more,
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| And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.
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| (Shouted) Fine girl you are!
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| (Sung) You’re the girl that I adore,
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| And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.
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| Now when we’re out a-sailing and you are far behind
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| Fine letters will I write to you with the secrets of my mind,
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| The secrets of my mind, my girl, you’re the girl that I adore,
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| And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.
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| Oh now the storm is raging and we are far from shore;
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| The poor old ship she’s sinking fast and the riggings they are tore.
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| The night is dark and dreary, we can scarcely see the moon,
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| But still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more.
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| It’s now the storm is over and we are safe on shore
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| We’ll drink a toast to the Holy Ground and the girls that we adore.
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| We’ll drink strong ale and porter and we’ll make the taproom roar,
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| And when our money is all spent we’ll go to sea once more.
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| Note: Irish variation of Swansea Town
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| From Oxford Book of Sea Songs, Palmer
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