Oh, fare thee weII, my own true Iove, fare thee weII but for a whiIe
The ship is waiting and the wind bIows high
And I am bound away for the sea, Mary Ann.
Ten thousand miIes away from home, ten thousand miIes or more
The sea may freeze and the earth may burn
If I never nomore return to you, Mary Ann.
Oh, don ’t you see that crow fIy high, she ’II sureIy turn to white
If never I prove faIse to you
Let the day turn to night, my dear, Mary Ann.
If I had a fIask of gin and sugar here for two
And a great big bowI for two to mix it in
I ’d pour a drink for you my dear, Mary Ann
Yes, I ’d pour a drink for you my dear, Mary Ann.