| It was pleasant and delightful
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| On a midsummer’s morn
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| Where the green fields and meadows
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| Were buried in the corn
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| And the blackbirds and thrushes
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| Sang on every green tree
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| And the larks they sang melodious
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| At the dawning of the day
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| Well a sailor and his true love
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| Were out walking one day
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| Said the sailor to his true love
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| I am bound for the Easy Indies
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| Where the loud cannons roar
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| And I’m leaving my Nancy
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| She’s the one that I adore
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| Said the Sailor to his true love
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| Well I must be on me way
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| The topsails are hoisted
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| And the anchors are weighed
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| Our big ship lies waiting for to sail on the tide
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| And if ever I return again
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| Then I’ll make you my bride
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| Then the ring from her finger
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| She instantly drew
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| Saying take this dear Geordie
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| And me heart will go too
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| And as he was embracing her
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| Tears from her eyes fell
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| Saying may I go along with you
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| Oh no me love farewell |