Mary Ann As sung by Tom Paxton Fare thee well, my own true love. Fare thee well, my dear. For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows high And I am bound away to the sea, Mary Ann. And I am bound away to the sea, Mary Ann. Ten thousand miles away from home, Ten thousand miles or more. The sea may freeze and the earth may burn If I never no more return to you, Mary Ann. If I never no more return to you, Mary Ann. A lobster boiling in a pot, Bluefish on a hook. They're suffering long but it's nothing like The ache I bear for you, my dear Mary Ann. The ache I bear for you, my dear Mary Ann. Oh, had I bought a flask of gin, Sugar here for two, And a great big bowl for to mix 'em in. I'd pour a drink for you, my dear Mary Ann. I'd pour a drink for you, my dear Mary Ann. Fare thee well, my own true love. Fare thee well, my dear. For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows high And I am bound away to the sea, Mary Ann. And I am bound away to the sea, Mary Ann.
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