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The fondest wish I ever had since the day that I was weaned, Is to go back and walk again on the rocks of Merasheen; I still recall the sad farewell I bid her on that day, When all upon a whaling ship I went to earn my pay; On the hard rocks, the rocky rocks, the rocks of Merasheen. From out of Rose au Rue we sailed to hunt the big fish down. We sailed upon the ocean `til we sailed the world around. With girls in every port of call, I did go well astray, Forsaking her I left behind back in Placentia Bay; On the hard rocks, the rocky rocks, the rocks of Merasheen. Now in my old and aching age, I think of her once more, Of how she fared while waitin' for my knock upon her door; What fate was hers I do not know, but in my sleep I've seen Her walkin' on the cliffs upon the rocks of Merasheen; On the hard rocks, the rocky rocks, the rocks of Merasheen, On the hard rocks, the dirty rocks, the rocks of Merasheen. |