Don't be thinking of me, All away and alone, On the rolling old sea, On the foreign ground, For I laid your keel and that's dandy for me On the dark old waters, all alone.
Where you go, go well, and a fair wind home.
Don't be thinking of me on the rolling old sea For I raised your frame and that's bully for me
And where will you go with your rail dipping low? And where you may wander there's none can know
Don't be thinking of me on the rolling old sea, For I hung your canvas and sent you to sea
And where will you be when the winter comes nigh? And where will you be when I'm thinking of thee?
And how stands the wind? Will he come as a friend And keep you from dangers that lie off the land?
And how stand the stars in the whispering dawn? May they guide you and bless you and the seas sail you on
…Oh hey, oh ho, heave an oar and go
Oh where will you bide at the end of your ride, And who'll sing you songs when I'm not at your side?