Oh, a sailor's life is a weary life For he robs the girls of their delight Causes them to weep, causes them to mourn Loss of a true love, never to return
Oh, Father, Father, build me a boat And on the world's oceans, I will float Hail each captain, as I pass by There, I'll ask for my sailor boy
Oh, captain, captain, tell me true Does my own Willie sail with you? Tell me soon, to give me joy None will I have but my sailor boy
Oh no, kind lady, he's not here He drowned in the gulf, and we buried him there On the island, as we passed by There, we left your sailor boy
Oh, she rung her hands, and tore her hair Just like some lady in great despair Called for a chair to sit her down Penningdon for, to write it down
Oh, dig my grave wide and deep Put a marble stone at the head and feet On my grave, a turtle dove Tell the world, I died for my love
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