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Oh, my Donald, he works on the sea
Where the waves they blow wild and free
He splices the ropes, he sets the sail
Southward he goes in search of the whale
He never thinks of me left behind
Or the torments that rage in my mind
He's mine for only half part of the year
Then leaves me behind with nothing but a tear
All you ladies who smell the wild rose
Think for the perfume to wear a man go
Think of the women, the children, the child
For they never return from hunting the whale
Oh, my Donald, he works on the sea
Where the waves they blow wild and free
He splices the ropes, he sets the sail
Southward he goes in search of the whale





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