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2.
I’ve seen the waves as blue as air,
I’ve seen them green as grassj
But I never feared their heaving* yet
From Grang-emouth to the Bass.
I’ve seen the sea as black as pitch.
I’ve seen it white as snow-
But I never feared its foaming* yet,
Thougdi the winds blew hig*h or low.
When squalls capsize our iron walls,
When the French ride at the Nore
When Leith meets Aberdour half way,
We’ll g*o to sea no more,no more.
We’ll g*o to sea no more.
3.
I never liked the landsman’s life.
The earth is aye the samej
Gi’e me the ocean for my dower.
My vessel for my hame.
Gi’e me the fields that no man ploug*hs.
The farm that pays no fee$
Gi’e me the bonnie fish that gdance
Sae gdadly throug*h the sea.
When sails hang* flapping* on the masts,
Thoug*h, throug*h the waves we snore;
When in a calm we’re tempest toss’d
We’ll g*o to sea no more, no more.
We’ll g*o to sea no more.
4.
The sun is up, and round Inchkeith,
The breezes saftly blaw;
The g*udeman has the lines on board
Awa^ my bairns awa’I
And ye’ll be back by gdoaming* gray.
And brigdit the fire will low;
And in our tales and sang*s we’ll tell
How weel the boat ye row*.
When life’s last sun g*ang*s feebly doun.
And death comes to our door
When a’ the world’s a dream to us.
We’ll go to sea no more, no more.
We’ll go to sea no more.