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De breeze is blowin’‘ cross de bay. My lady, my lady; De ship hit teks me far away, My lady, my lady;

Ole Mas’ done sol’ me down de stream; Dey tell me‘ t ai n't so bad‘ s hit seem, My lady, my lady. O’ co'se I knows dat you‘ ll be true,

My lady, my lady; But den I do’ know whut to do, My lady, my lady; I knowed some day we‘ d have to pa't,

But den hit put’ nigh breaks my hea't, My lady, my lady. De day is long, de night is black, My lady, my lady;

I know you‘ ll wait twell I come back, My lady, my lady; I‘ ll stan’ de ship, I‘ ll stan’ de chain, But I‘ ll come back, my darlin’ Jane,

My lady, my lady. Jes’ wait, jes’ b'lieve in whut I say, My lady, my lady; D’ ai n't nothin’ dat kin keep me‘ way,

My lady, my lady; A man‘ s a man, an’ love is love; God knows ouah hea'ts, my little dove; He‘ ll he'p us f'om his th'one above,

My lady, my lady.