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MARY ANN Fare you well my own Mary Ann Fare you well my dear, For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows high And I am bound away to the sea, Mary Ann. The pride of all the produce rare That in our garden grew Was pumpkins, but none could compare In angel form with you my dear Mary Ann. A lobster boiling in the pot A bluefish on the hook They're suffering long, but it's nothing like The ache I bear for you my dear Mary Ann. From Seeds of Love, Sedley. Note: Apparently a burlesque of Turtle Dove, Mary Ann is an Anglo-American music hall song of the 1850s. @love @animal @food filename[ MARYAN TUNE FILE: MARYAN CLICK TO PLAY RG  8note Sheet |
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