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Fare thee well my own true love
Fare thee well my dear
For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows high
And I am bound away for the sea, Mary Ann
And I am bound away for the sea, Mary Ann
Oh yonder, don't you see the dove
A-sittin' on his stile
He's a-mourning the loss of his own true love
As I do now for you my dear Mary Ann
As I do now for you my dear Mary Ann
The lobster boiling in the pot
The bluefish on the hook
They're suffering long, but it's nothing like
The ache I bear for you my dear Mary Ann
The ache I bear for you my dear Mary Ann
Oh had I but a flask of gin
And sugar here for two
And a great big bowl for to mix them in
I'd pour a drink for you Mary Ann
I'd pour a drink for you Mary Ann
(as sung by The Spinners)