Oh, fare thee well, my own true love, fare thee well but for a while The ship is waiting and the wind blows high And I am bound away for the sea, mary ann.
Ten thousand miles away from home, ten thousand miles or more The sea may freeze and the earth may burn If I never nomore return to you, mary ann.
Oh, don't you see that crow fly high, she'll surely turn to white If never I prove false to you Let the day turn to night, my dear, mary ann.
If I had a flask of gin and sugar here for two And a great big bowl for two to mix it in I'd pour a drink for you my dear, mary ann Yes, I'd pour a drink for you my dear, mary ann.
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