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Oh, the times are hard, and the wages low, Amelia, where ya bound to? The Rocky Mountains is my home. Across the western ocean. | |
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The land of promise there you'll see, Amelia, where ya bound to? I'm bound across that western sea. Across the western ocean. | |
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To Liverpool I'll make my way, Amelia, where ya bound to? To Liverpool that packet school. Across the western ocean. | |
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Here's Liverpool Pat with his tarpaulin hat, Amelia, where ya bound to? And Yankee John the packet rat. Across the western ocean. | |
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Beware these packet ships, I pray, Amelia, where ya bound to? They'll steal your hide & soul away. Across the western ocean. | |
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We're bound away from our friends & home, Amelia, where ya bound to? We're bound away to seek for gold. Across the western ocean. | |
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Mothers & sweethearts don't you cry, Amelia, where ya bound to? Sisters & brothers say goodbye. Across the western ocean. | |