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Four strong winds that blow lonely

 Seven seas that run high

 All those things that don't change come what may

 But our good times are all gone

 And I'm bound for moving on

 I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

 And If I get home before the snow flies, And if things are looking good

 You could meet me if I sent you down the fare

 Still I wish you'd change your mind

 If I ask you one more time

 But we've been through that a hundred times before

Whistle solo