We shipped on board the Maryanne
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To find a better life
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And we walked across the water
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When she broke up on the ice
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We came ashore in Carbonear
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With nothing but our rights
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And I wondered if I e'er again
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Would see my London lights
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We were far from the shores of England
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Far from our children and wives
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To play our hand in the Newfoundland
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Where the wind cuts like a knife
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We were far from the shores of England
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Far from our native soil
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To chase a wish and hunt the Fish
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And on the rocks to toil
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We were far from the shores of England
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We spend our days amid the waves
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Working water, hook and twine
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We would go for weeks with blistered cheeks
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Waiting for the sun to shine
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But as long as the sky hold over us
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We will not taste the brine
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And we'll curse the cod
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With the fear of God
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As we haul in every line
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Should we find Fortune's Favour
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And be spared from the gale
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We will live off honest labour
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With our hearts as big as sails
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But if I should die don't bury me
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Or leave me to the sea
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Please send my bones back to my home
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Where my spirit can be free
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England
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| Great Big Sea |
