You asked me for a china dish
And silver from a fair
I brought you seashells from the shore
And a ribbon for your hair.
I cannot spare a copper
And gifts, they must be rare
But oh my love how fine you look
With that ribbon in your hair.
When I am drowned down in the sea
And in the ocean’s care
Will you wait for me upon the shore
With that ribbon in your hair?
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