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My lotus lady I'll see no more,
Away, boys, away-o
Since I left her on the China shore.
Away, boys, lift and walk away.
Away, boys, away-o
Blow me down that Yangtse River
Away, boys, lift and walk away.
When we first met she was like a queen,
Prettiest little thing that I'd ever seen.
She'd flashing eyes and long black hair,
All I could do was stand and stare.
The sweetest flower, my Yangtse honey,
My own good gal she spent my money.
I bought her silks and a golden comb,
Trouble's over now the anchor's home.
I blowed my silver for to win her,
Now there's nothing left but pork for dinner.
We're outward bound, cookie's in the galley,
Farewell, young moon, of the Yangtse Valley.
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