| Come o’er the sea
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| Maiden! |
| with me
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| Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows!
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| Seasons may roll
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| But the true soul
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| Burns the same where’er it goes
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| Let fate frown on, so we love and part not;
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| 'Tis life where thou art, 'tis death where thou art not!
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| Then come o’er the sea
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| Maiden! |
| with me
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| Come wherever the wild wind blows;
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| Seasons may roll
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| But the true soul
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| Burns the same where’er it goes
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| Is not the sea
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| Made for the free
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| Land for courts and chains alone?
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| Here we are slaves
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| But on the waves
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| Love and liberty’s all our own;
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| No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us
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| All earth forgot, and all heaven around us!
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| Then come o’er the sea
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| Maiden with me
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| Come wherever the wild wind blows;
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| Seasons may roll
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| But the true soul
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| Burns the same where’er it goes |