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