My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean

My bonnie lies over the ocean,
My bonnie lies over the sea.
My bonnie lies over the ocean—
Oh, bring back my bonnie to me.

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Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my bonnie to me, to me.
Bring back, bring back,
Oh, bring back my bonnie to me.

My stomach lies in a commotion;
I want to lean over the rail.
But I don't want to dirty the ocean—
Won't somebody bring me a pail?

Come up, come up,
Oh come up, sweet breakfast, to me, to me.
Come up, come up,
Oh come up, sweet breakfast, to me.

I'm coming, I'm coming,
For my head is hanging low.
I hear those gentle voices calling,
"Hasten, Jason, bring the basin!
Whoops! Oops—slop!
Bring a mop!"

My bonnie leaned over the gas tank,
The height of its contents to see.
She lit up a match for to see with—
Oh, bring back my bonnie to me.

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