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Fare thee well, my own true love
Fare thee well, my dear
The ship is sailin' and the wind blows free
And I am bound away to the sea, Marianne

Ten thousand miles away from home
Ten thousand miles or more
The sea may freeze or the Earth may burn
If I never more return to you, Marianne

The lobster boiling in the pot
The bluefish on the hook
Their sufferings long but it's nothing like
The ache I bear for you, Marianne

And if I had a flask of gin
Sugar here for two
And a great big bowl to mix them in
I'd pour a drink for you, Marianne

So fare thee well, my own true love
Fare thee well, my dear
The ship is sailing and the wind blows free
And I am bound away to the sea, Marianne