Then I'll haste to wed a sailor
and send him off to sea,
For a life of independence
is the pleasant life for me.
But every now and then
I shall like to see his face,
For it always seems to me
to beam with manly grace.
With his brow so nobly open
and his dark and kindly eye,
Oh my heart beats fondly towards him
whenever he is nigh.
But when he says, "Goodbye, my love,
I'm off across the sea,"
First I'll cry for his departure,
then laugh because I'm free.
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