10.Waly, Waly
When cockle shells turn to silvery bells
then will my love return to me
When roses grow in the wintery snow
then will my love return to me
Oh waly, waly, love be by me
and right as a jewel when first it's new...
But love grows old and waxes cold
and fades away like morning dew
There is a ship, it's sailing the sea
It's loaded high and (as) deep can be
But not so deep as my love for you
I know not if I sink or swim
Oh waly, waly, love be by me
but right as a jewel when first it's new...
But love grows old and waxes cold
and fades away like the morning dew
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