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' O whither love shall we go, For a score of sweet little summers or so' The sweet little wife of the singer said, On the day that follow'd the day she was wed, 'Whither O whither love shall we go?' And the singer shaking his curly head Turn'd as he sat, and struck the keys There at his right with a sudden crash, Singing, 'and shall it be over the seas With a crew that is neither rude nor rash,