| Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me
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| When I’m away you’ll be the siren that will finally lead me home
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| The girl around her father throws her arms to make him stay:
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| «My daddy dear it hails, it blows; |
| you cannot go today!»
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| Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me
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| When I’m away you’ll be the siren that will finally lead me home
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| The April mud was on his boots, a' clinging through the fields
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| And desperate it send up its shoots-but at water’s edge it yields
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| Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me
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| When I’m away you’ll be the siren that will finally lead me home
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| The waves were pounding the dock; |
| the pillars creak and growl
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| The shoreman loading up the stock; |
| the gulls were crying foul
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| Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me
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| When I’m away you’ll be the siren that will finally lead me home
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| The father called up to the ship, «You need an extra hand?»
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| «Ah yes, for just a little trip: one month be back at land.»
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| The rain had stirred the sea too well; |
| the salt poured on the deck
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| At last the captain rang the bell: they ship was left to wreck
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| Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me
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| When I’m away you’ll be the siren that will finally lead me home
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| It calm but now the fog if thick: so which way should they head?
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| The rest knew not and they must be quick-so father softly said:
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| Sing for me, my daughter, sing for me
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| When I’m away you’ll be the siren that will finally lead me home |