| Oh, the seagulls are calling
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| The wind is in the sail
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| And she’s fast moving out to the sea
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| On a ship bound for Saint John’s
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| Three thousand miles away
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| A human cargo, my comrades and me
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| Fare thee well, green valleys
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| God keep you the same
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| If in only my mind you’ll be
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| I’m sailing dark waters to far Americay
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| Never more my green valleys to see
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| It hurts me to think of the things I left behind
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| Though the famine has blackened the land
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| And to look now for something
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| That I may never find
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| Is a problem that’s now close at hand
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| Fare thee well, green valleys
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| God keep you the same
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| If in only my mind you’ll be
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| I’m sailing dark waters to far Americay
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| Never more my green valleys to see
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| There’s a fever a-ragin'
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| And the winds have died away
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| And the journey will no longer be
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| Though the plague is a shadow
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| That lingers night and day
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| Far across our green valleys I’ll be
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| Fare thee well, green valleys
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| God keep you the same
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| If in only my mind you’ll be
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| I’m sailing dark waters to far Americay
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| Never more my green valleys to see
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| Never more my green valleys to see |