Boots Of Spanish Leather

Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love
 I'm sailin' away in the morning
 Is there something I can send you from across the sea
 From the place where I'll be landing?
 No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love
 Is nothin' I'm wishin' to be ownin'
 Just to carry yourself back to me unspoiled
 From across that lonesome ocean
 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
 But if I had the stars of the darkest night
 Or 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'
 That I might be gone a long old time
 And it's only this I'm askin'
 Is there something I can send you to remember me by?
 To make your time more easy passin'?
 Well, how can, how can you ask me again?
 Oh, it only brings me sorrow
 The same thing I would want today
 I would want again tomorrow
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 Well, 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 feelin'"
 Well, if you, my love, must think that way
 And I'm sure your mind is a roamin'
 And I'm sure your heart is not with me
 But with the country to where you're goin'
 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