[Caroline Lavelle]
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Oh my love he works upon the sea
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On the waves that blow wild and free
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He splices the ropes and he sets the sail
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While southwards he roams to the home of the whale
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And he ne'er thinks of me far behind
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Or the torments that rage in my mind
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He is mine for only part of the year
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Then I'm left all alone with only my tears
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All ye ladies that smell of white rose
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Thank ye for your perfume to wear on my gold
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Thank ye all the wives and the babies that yearn
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For the man ne'er returns from hunting the sperm (whale)
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Oh my love he works upon the sea
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On the waves that blow wild and free
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He splices the ropes and he sets the sail
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While southwards he roams to the home of the whale
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Home Of The Whale
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Massive Attack |