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 Oh I'm sailin' away my own true love

 I'm sailin' 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 nothin' you can send me, my own true love

 There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'

 Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled

 From across that lonesome ocean.

 Oh, 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 ?

 Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night

 And the diamonds from the deepest ocean

 I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss

 For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

 That I might be gone a long time

 And it's only that I'm askin'

 Is there something I can send you to remember me by

 To make your time more easy passin'?

 Oh, how can, how can you ask me again

 It only brings me sorrow

 But the same thing I would want from you today

 I would want again tomorrow.

 When I got a letter on a lonesome day

 It was from her ship a-sailin'

 Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again

 It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.

 Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way

 I'm sure your mind is roamin'

 I'm sure your thoughts are not with me

 But with the country to where you're goin'.

 So take heed, take heed of the western wind

 Take heed of the stormy weather

 And yes, there's something you can send back to me

 Spanish boots of Spanish leather.