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oh my love, he works upon the sea on the waves that blow wild and free he splices the ropes and he sets the sail while southwards he roams to the home of the whale and he ne'er thinks of me far behind or the torments that rage in my mind he is mine for only part of the year then I'm left all alone with only my tears all ye ladies that smell of wild rose think you for your perfume of where a man goes think you of the wives and the babies that yearn for the man ne'er returns sleeping without a stone oh my love, he works upon the sea on the waves that blow wild and free he splices the ropes and he sets the sail while southwards he roams to the home of the whale From Letras Mania