Alas poor John, he was a prisoner,
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Fortune's fool for many a day,
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Blinded by that cursed diamond,
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With his freedom, he must pay;
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And so it was for faithful Elzevir,
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Cast in chains for ten long years,
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With never a word of blame or anger,
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Just for John, t'was only tears;
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Oh oh oh, only tears,
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Oh oh oh...
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Blow, wind blow,
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And send them home again,
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Set the sails for England's way,
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Many a heart is grieving for them,
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Bring them back to Moonfleet Bay;
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And as for Grace,
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She'd still be waiting,
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Waiting for her only love,
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Every night a candle burning at her window,
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Should he come;
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Oh oh oh, should he come,
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Oh oh oh...
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Blow, wind blow,
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And send them home again,
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Set the sails for England's way,
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Many a heart is grieving for them,
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Bring them back to Moonfleet Bay;
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Blow, wind blow,
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And send them home again,
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Set the sails for England's way,
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Many a heart is grieving for them,
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Bring them back to Moonfleet Bay;
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Many a heart is grieving for them,
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Bring them back to Moonfleet Bay!
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Moonfleet Bay
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| Chris De Burgh |
