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[Verse 1]
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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?


[Verse 2]
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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.


[Verse 3]
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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?


[Verse 4]
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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'.


[Verse 5]
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But I might be gone a long, 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'?


[Verse 6]
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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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For the same thing I would want from you today
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I would want again tomorrow.


[Verse 7]
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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 feelin'."


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[Verse 8]
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So take heed, take heed of the western wind
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Take heed of  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.