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Oh, I'm sailing away, my own true love.
I'm sailing away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you
from across the sea
from the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothing you can send me
my own true love.
There's nothing I'm wishing to be owning.
Just to carry yourself back to me unspoiled
from across that lonesome ocean.
Ah, but I just thought you might want something fine
made of silver or of golden
either from the mountains of Madrid
or from the coast of Barcelona.
If I had the stars of the darkest night
and the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
well I'd forsake them all just for your sweet kiss,
for that's all I'm wishing to be owning.
I might be gone a long, long time
and it's only that I'm asking
is there something I can send you to remember me by
to make the time more easy passing?
How can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I would want today
I would want again tomorrow.
Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day.
It was from her ship a-sailing,
saying I don't know when I'll be coming back again.
It depends on how I'm feeling.
If you, my love, must talk that a-way
I'm sure your mind is roaming.
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
but with the country where you're going.
So take heed, take heed of the western winds,
take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there is something you can send back to me:
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.