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Blow the wind Southerly,
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Southerly, Southerly,
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Blow the wind
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South o'er the bonnie blue sea.
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Blow the wind Southerly,
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Southerly, Southerly
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Blow bonnie breeze,
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My true lover to me.
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They told me last night
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There were ships in the offing
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And I hurried down
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To the deep rolling sea.
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But my eye could not see it
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Wherever might be it,
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The bark that is bearing
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My lover to me.
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Blow the Wind Southerly
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| Andreas Scholl |
