Mary Black - My donald

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Oh, my Donald, he works upon the sea

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On the waves that blow wild and free

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He splices the ropes and he sets the sails

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While southwards he roves to the home of the whale

And he ^Cne'er thinks of ^Gme far be^Dhind Nor the ^Amtorments that ^Grage in my ^Cmind He is ^Dmine for ^Emonly a ^Cpart of the ^Dyear And I'm ^Amleft all alone with ^Donly my tears

Oh, ye ^Cladies that ^Gsmell of wild ^Drose Think ye ^Amfor your ^Gperfume to where a man ^Cgoes Think ^Dye of the ^Emwives and the ^Cbabies that ^Dyearn For a ^Amman ne'er returned from ^Dhunting the sperm

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Oh, my Donald, he sails upon the sea

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On the waves that blow wild and free

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He splices the ropes and he sets the sails

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While southwards he roves to the home of the whale