| There were three sailors, bold and true
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| With cargo they did carry
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| They sailed away on the ocean blue
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| For the love of Spanish Mary
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| So deeply now were they disturbed
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| No longer could they tarry
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| Swoon and swerve
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| For the love of Spanish Mary
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| In Kingston town of high degree
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| The buffoon, the fool, the fairy
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| All paid the dues and inquired to me
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| For the love of Spanish Mary
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| Beggar man, beggar man tell me no lie
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| Is it a mystery to live or is it a mystery to die
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| I seek ye not to ask of you
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| It was in Kingston town indeed
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| It is said they stopped but not for greed
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| But for the love of Spanish Mary
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| I remember well, they came one day
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| The buffoon, the fool, the fairy
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| They asked of me what could I say
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| For the love of Spanish Mary
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| ‘Tis not of me to talk absurd
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| No rumor do I carry
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| No, I’ll not give you one word
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| But for the love of Spanish Mary
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| Beggar man, beggar man tell me no lie
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| Is it a mystery to live or is it a mystery to die |