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Still I love him, I’ll forgive him

I’ll be with him wherever he goes

Oh, I like an apple and I like a pear

And I like a sailor with nice curly hair

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He comes up from Tassie and whistles me out

But then he goes off with young Mr MacLeod

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We went to an alehouse we used to frequent

When I got to the bar all our money was spent

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My fingers are aching my back it is sore,

From gutting the herring he brings to the shore

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The storm is a breaking his boat isn't in

Noone will tell me what's happened to him

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If he's gone to heaven he'll come to no harm

If hes gone to hell well at least he'll be warm

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Oh, I loved an apple and I loved a pear

And I loved a sailor with nice curly hair

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