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FINE GIRL YE ARE!
Fare thee well, my lovely Dina,
A thousand times adieu;
For we're going away from the holy ground,
And the girls we all once knew.
We will sail the salt sea over,
And we'll return for sure;
To see again the girls we love,
And the holy ground once more.
(FINE GIRL YE ARE!)
You're the girl I do adore;
And still I live in hopes to see,
The holy ground once more.
And now the storm is ragin',
And we are far from the shore;
And the good old ship is tossing about,
And the riggin' is all tore.
And the secret of my mind, me love,
You're the girl I do adore;
And still I live in hopes to see,
The holy ground once more.
(FINE GIRL YE ARE!)
You're the girl I do adore;
And still I live in hopes to see,
The holy ground once more.
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And now the storm is over,
And we are safe and well;
We will go into a public house,
And we'll sit and drink our fill.
We will drink strong ale and porter,
And we'll make the rafters roar;
And when our money is all spent,
We'll go to sea for more.
(FINE GIRL YE ARE!)
You're the girl I do adore;
And still I live in hopes to see,
The holy ground once more.
And still I live in hopes to see,
The holy ground once more.
(FINE GIRL YE ARE!)