Oh, the waves on the sea, how they roll
   And the chilly winds, how they do blow;
   My own true love got drownded in the deep
   And the ship never got to the shore

Oh the first on the deck was the porter of the ship
And a rough-looking fellow was he;
Says, " I care no more for my wife and my child
Than I do for the fish in the sea"

Well, I left my dear darling a-grieving
Well, I left my dear darling a-grieving
Well, I left my dear darling a-grieving after me
For I never expect to see her any more