Ah me, I must mourn my true love evermore
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Though coldly forsaken, it's you adore
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And if you'd return then I'd make you my bride
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Or I'd cross the wild Atlantic to be by your side
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On the morning we parted, how sad the farewell
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Our words, they were few, but our thoughts none could tell
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And when lost to my vision far over the brine
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I drank your success in a goblet of wine
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Three times have I crossed to the ship as she lay
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Becalmed on the breast of the silvery bay
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And my crew are the bravest ever handled an oar
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Unawed by the tempest, they laugh at its roar
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No ballroom can tempt me nor raise my despair
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For there none in the dance that with you can compare
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And to watch the young lovers as they swing 'round the floor
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Brings tears to these eyes that may see you no more
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And in beauty there's none with this lady could vie
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She's as pure as the stars and the blue of the sky
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She's as fair as a lily and as sweet as a rose
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And there's nothing can tempt me, her name to disclose
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No drink will I take for to lighten my heart
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But the wildest adventures I'll take for my part
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No women on earth will I have for a bride
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'Til I cross the wild Atlantic to be your side
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Ah me, I must mourn my true love evermore
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Though coldly forsaken, it's you adore
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And if you'd return then I'd make you my bride
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Or I'll cross the wild Atlantic to be by your side
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I'd Cross The Wild Atlantic
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Andy M. Stewart |