| Oh Father, Father, come build me a boat
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| That o’er this ocean wide I may float
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| And every ship that I chance to meet
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| I will inquire for my William sweet
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| We had not sailed for half an hour
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| Before we met a man-o-war
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| Oh, Captain, Captain, come tell me true
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| Does my boy William sail onboard with you?
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| What color suits did your William wear?
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| What was the colour of your true love’s hair?
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| He had a suit of the royal blue
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| And you would know him for his heart was true
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| Then your boy William, I’m sad to say
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| That he was drowned the other day
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| On yonder island that we passed by
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| Twas there we laid to rest your sailor boy
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| She wrung her hands and she tore her hair
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| She was a young lady in great despair
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| Oh father, father, how can I go on?
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| How can I live now that my William’s gone?
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| I’ll sit me down and I’ll write me a song
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| I’ll write it neat and I’ll write it long
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| And in every line I will shed a tear
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| And in every line I will set my William dear
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| I wish, I wish, but it’s all in vain
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| I wish I was a young maid again
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| But a maid again I will never be
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| Till apples grow on an orange tree
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| But a maid, a maid I will never be
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| Till apples grow on an orange tree |