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Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love
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I'm sailin' away in the morning
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is there something I can send you from across the sea
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From the place that I'll be landing?
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No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
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There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'
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Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
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From across that lonesome ocean.
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Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
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Made of silver or of golden
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Either from the mountains of Madrid
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Or from the coast of Barcelona?
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Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
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And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
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I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
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For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
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That I might be gone a long time
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And it's only that I'm askin'
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Is there something I can send you to remember me by
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To make your time more easy passin'?
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Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
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It only brings me sorrow
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But the same thing I would want today
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I would want again tomorrow.
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When I got a letter on a lonesome day
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It was from her ship a-sailin'
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Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
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It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
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Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
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I'm sure your mind is roamin'
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I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
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But with the country to where you're goin'.
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So take heed, take heed of the western wind
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Take heed of the stormy weather
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And yes, there's something you can send back to me
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Spanish boots of Spanish leather.