Our captain calls all hands to sail tomorrow, Leaving my dear to mourn in grief and sorrow. Dry up those briny tears and leave off weeping, So happy we may be at our next meeting
How can you go abroad, fighting for strangers? You'd do well to stay at home, free from all dangers. You courted me a while just to deceive me. Now my poor heart you've won, you're bound to leave me.
Down on the ground she fell like one a-dying, All tearing of her hair, weeping and sighing. There's no believeing one, not your own brother, So girls if you must love, love one another.
I said goodbye my dear, father and mother. I am your only son; I have no brother, But don't you weep for me, for I am going To everlasting joy and fountains flowing.