Текст песни
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
1 Caledonia
2 Going Home
3 Crimson Moon
4 Downunder
5 October Song
6 Looking For Love
7 Fool's Mate
8 The River Bank
9 Omie Wise
10 My Donald
11 Neptunes Daughtter
12 Singing the Blues
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