Aye I’ve sailed this three-mast schooner

From the old blue nose shore

We’ve traveled the seven salt seas

For three long years or more

Taking strong lumber to Maui

Then picked up the black demon rum

The Jamaican girls were so pretty

But my hearts promised to only one

Rode out the gales around the Horn

Sat becalmed many long days

Half froze on the North Atlantic

Breaking ice from shrouds and stays

Now ‘tis home-bound we’re headed

Where I ne’er more will roam

I fancy a wife and some wee ones

Aye for me and my lassie a fine home

A yell comes down from the crow’s nest

I hear “Land Ho” ring from the sky

I wipe the brine from my face

And the small tear from my eye

I see a young maiden wave from the land’s end

‘Tis my true love holding her wee guiding light

I’ll marry that wee lass who gave me her heart

The sea will finally release me to her arms tonight…