Boots of Spanish Leather

Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love
 I'm a-sailin' away in the morning
 Is there something I can send you from across the sea
 From the place that I'll be landing?
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 No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
 There's nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin'
 Just to carry yourself back to me unspoiled
 From across that lonesome ocean
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 Ah, but I just thought you might want something fine
 Made of silver or of golden
 Either from the mountains of Madrid
 Or from the Coast of Barcelona
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 If I had the stars of the darkest night
 And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
 I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
 For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
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 That I might be gone a long old time
 And it's only that I'm askin'
 "Is there something I can send you to remember me by?"
 To make your time more easy passin'
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 Oh, how can, how can you ask me again?
 It only brings me sorrow
 The same thing I would want today
 I will want again tomorrow
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 Oh, I got a letter on a lonesome day
 It was from her ship a-sailin'
 Saying "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
 It depends on how I'm a-feelin'"
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 If you, my love, must think that-a-way
 I'm sure your mind is a-roamin'
 I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
 But with the country to where you're goin'
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 So, take heed, take heed of the Western winds
 Take heed of the stormy weather
 And yes, there's something you can send back to me
 Spanish boots of Spanish leather