My Willy sails on board the tender
And where he is I do not know.
Seven long years I've been constantly waiting
Since he crossed the Bay of Biscay-o.

One night as Mary lay a-sleeping
A knock came to her bedroom door
Saying, “Arise, arise, my dearest Mary,
Till you get one glimpse of your Willy-o.”

Young Mary rose, put on her clothes
And out of her bedroom she did go
'Twas there she saw her Willy standing,
And his two cheeks as white as snow.

Saying “Willy dear, where are those blushes
Those blushes you had a long year ago?”
“Oh Mary dear, the cold clay has changed them
I am only the ghost of your Willy-o.”

“Oh Mary dear, I must be going.
For now the cocks are beginning to crow
And when she saw him disappearing
Down her cheeks the tears did flow.

“Had I all the gold and silver
And all the money in Mexico
I would grant it all to the King of England
For to bring me back my Willy-o.”

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