Far from heading home my darling
In the Islands Fresh purposes,
she is left me here in sorrow,
and without drying my eyes,
mentioned I first gray in my day,
and not pity my story,
Oh, my love my heart pretty girl,
She would take me a remote.

It is my grief 'after you, darling,
Since you escaped from over the sea,
life is miserable, the weather is cold,
I am tormented worried sick,
Live homesickness would necessarily not' behind,
And dear, I exhausted and in pain,
Oh, my dear love my pretty girl,
She would take me a remote.

Love of my heart, now pill again,
In bpóstar me and you,
will be luxury and joy in our lives,
and will concern all away,
will be a marriage thriving delicious
virtuous happy chanting,
And would necessarily again bereaved 'was,
and me never risk not gloom.

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