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The wind howls mournful & low o'er the hole in his heart,
Left a note for his mother to say he'd be joinin' his da',
He said "the devils all pissed 'cause i danced with his daughter,
I were born to be hung, so i don't fear the water,
If he wants me he can chase me below the terrible sea."
There's a pinch of tobacco tucked into the sleeve of his coat,
And a dirty black penny to pay the old man on the boat,
He honours the rocks with a cruciform pose,
Singin' "my love is like a red, red rose",
In a single explosion he's gone to the terrible sea.
