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Swirling like a roiling sea
bending, creasing, moving be,
that which marks the roving shore
to write our names forever more
Ridged like the mighty rolling hills,
suffering for your many skills,
rough as rock and soft as rain,
Between our hands together lain.
At dance, Let them be for every lass
As oft on partner as on glass
They're precious as identity,
for it's known they cannot lie
Hard to lose, for hard they bind
But many theives leave them behind.
For I'm a rover
I'm a rover of high degree.
An' when I'm drinkin'
I'm always thinkin'
of how to gain my Love's company
-I'm a Rover, via Great Big Sea