C G D
And he ne'er thinks of me far behind
Am G C
Nor the torments that rage in my mind
D Em C D
He is mine for only a part of the year
Am D
And I'm left all alone with only my tears
[Verse 3]
C G D
Oh, ye ladies that smell of wild rose
Am G C
Think ye for your perfume to where a man goes
D Em C D
Think ye of the wives and the babies that yearn
Am D
For a man ne'er returned from hunting the sperm
[Verse 4]
N.C.
Oh, my Donald, he sails upon the sea
N.C.
On the waves that blow wild and free
N.C.
He splices the ropes and he sets the sails
N.C.
While southwards he roves to the home of the whale
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