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The Bonny Port Of Sydney

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The lovely Port of Sydney     Lies laughing to the sky,     The bonny Port of Sydney,     Where the ships of nations lie.     You shall never see such beauty,     Though you sail the wide world oer,     As the sunny Port of Sydney,     As we see it from the Shore.     The shades of night are falling     On many ports of call,     But the harbour lights of Sydney     Are the grandest of them all;     Such a city set in jewels     Has neer been seen before     As the harbour lights of Sydney     As we see them from the Shore.     I must sail for gloomy London,     Where there are no harbour lights,     Where no sun is seen in winter,     And there are no starry nights;     And the bonny port of Sydney,     I may never see it more,     But Ill always dream about it     As we view it from North Shore.

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