Then I'll haste to wed a sailor and send him off to sea
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For a life of independence is the pleasant life for me
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But every now and then I would like to see his face
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For it always seems to me to beam with a manly grace
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With his brow so nobly open and his dark and kindly eye
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Oh my heart beats fondly towards him whenever he is nigh
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But when he says goodbye me love I'm off across the sea
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First I cry for his departure then I laugh because I'm free
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-- Eliza Brock, 18th Century Islander
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Oh I'm a man that's handsome, I'm strapping and I'm young
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And when I gotta job to do, the job gets fuckin' done
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I want a love to keep me happy I want a love that's true
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And of all my past endeavors if it's smitten then I'm with you
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So I'll put on my buckle and shoe and I'll comb up me hair
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And I lighten up my belt and shirt so it's handsome I'll appear
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And I'll work both day and night to keep the money rolling in
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So I can come back to my love, so I can see you again
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Oh to walk the street or countryside whatever I may know
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I know that I will be O.K. where ever it is I go
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So I'm sorry I don't want children to follow at my feet
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I'm happy by myself not chasing kids into the street
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Oh I wasn't born for marrying for the game or for the blame
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And when my friends do call me I like hearing my own name
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But when he says goodbye my dear, I'm off across the sea
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First I cry for his departure, then I laugh because I'm free
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Nantucket Girl's Song
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The Tossers |