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O WINDS, TELL ME WHERE DOES MY SAILOR SAIL THE SEA.
O winds, tell me where does my sailor sail the sea;
Oh, would that I could fly to him wherever he may be;
But I know, where'er he is, that his thoughts are still of me;
And it's oh that my sailor were home again from sea!
Oh, would that I could fly to him wherever he may be;
But I know, where'er he is, that his thoughts are still of me;
And it's oh that my sailor were home again from sea!
Oh, he said, he'd not be long away when he tore himself from me;
But long, long have the months been and I long his face to see;
O sweet gales blow him home again that happy I may be,
For it's oh to fling these arms around my sailor safe from sea!
But long, long have the months been and I long his face to see;
O sweet gales blow him home again that happy I may be,
For it's oh to fling these arms around my sailor safe from sea!
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Oh, when will that day come! what a moment that will be
When his ship comes sailing into port and his boat rows here to me,
When, before he's half ashore, I shall clasp him on the quay!
And it's oh that I could keep him, nevermore to sail the sea!
When his ship comes sailing into port and his boat rows here to me,
When, before he's half ashore, I shall clasp him on the quay!
And it's oh that I could keep him, nevermore to sail the sea!
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