As my feet forever fail me, and my eyes can't guide my way
Let me sail forever westward to the dying of the day
Let me sail forever westward to the dying of the day
So set the sails for western England
Though she pleads me, I would not stay
Two-hundred men all sailin' with me
West of England, into the day
If I would seek a sailor's ransom, Heaven's treasures tend to wait
For good King George, under his shilling, to the dying of the day
Of good King George, under his shilling, to the dying of the day
So set the sails for western England
Though she pleads me, I would not stay
Two-hundred men all sailin' with me
West of England, into the day
As the cords of death surround me, tangled limbs our earthly weight
I would escape forever westward, to the dying of the day
I shall escape forever westward, to the dying of the day
So set the sails for western England
Though she pleads me, I would not stay
Two-hundred men all sailin' with me
West of England, into the day
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