Oh my Donald he works upon the sea On the waves that blow wild and free He splices the ropes and he sets the sails While southward he rolls to the home of the whale And he ne'er thinks of me far behind Nor the torments that rage in my mind He's mine for only part of the year And I'm left all alone with only my tears
Oh you ladies that smell of wild rose Think you of the perfume to where the man goes Think you of the wives and the babies that yearn For the man ne'er returns from hunting the sperm
Oh my Donald he works upon the sea On the waves that blow wild and free He splices the ropes and he sets the sails While southward he rolls to the home of the whaleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
