[Farewell] lovely Mary, I’m now going to leave you,
To the East and West Indies our long course to steer.
But if any cold breezes, or storm blow upon us,
I’ll be with you lovely Mary in the spring of the year.

Oh the big ships are sailing lovely Mary is wailing,
Her lily white bosom is as white as the snow.
Her gay-golden locks she is continually tearing,
I’ll sigh til I die love, will I e're see you more?

“I’ll dress like a sailor my love I’ll go with you,
In the midst of all dangers I will stand as your friend.
And if any cold breezes or storm blow on you,
I’ll be with you lovely Willie and obey your command.”

Your neat little fingers strong tables can’t handle.
Your tiny little footsteps to the top mast can’t go.
Your delicate little body cold winds can’t endure, love.
Stay at home lovely Mary to the seas do not go.

“I’ll dress like a sailor, my love I’ll go with you.
In the midst of all dangers I will stand as your friend.
And if any cold breezes or storm blow on you,
I’ll be with you lovely Willie and obey your command.”

Oh the big ships are sailing, lovely Mary is wailing.
Her lily white bosom is as white as the snow.
And her gay-golden locks she is continually tearing.
I’ll sigh til I die love, will I e're see you more?