Fare thee well my own true love
Fare the well, my dear
For the ship is waiting and the wind blows free
And I am bound away to the sea, Marianne
Had I got a flask of gin,
Sugar here for two,
And a big gold bowl to mix it in,
I'd pour a drink for you, dear Marianne
Yonder don't you see the dove
Sitting in the sky?
He's mourning the loss of his own true love
As I do for you, my dear Marianne.

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