Oh, a sailor's life is a weary life
For he robs the girls of their delight
Causes them to weep, causes them to mourn
Loss of a true love, never to return
Oh, Father, Father, build me a boat
And on the world's oceans, I will float
Hail each captain, as I pa** by
There, I'll ask for my sailor boy
Oh, captain, captain, tell me true
Does my own Willie sail with you?
Tell me soon, to give me joy
None will I have but my sailor boy
Oh no, kind lady, he's not here
He drowned in the gulf, and we buried him there
On the island, as we pa**ed by
There, we left your sailor boy
Oh, she rung her hands, and tore her hair
Just like some lady in great despair
Called for a chair to sit her down
Penningdon for, to write it down
Oh, dig my grave wide and deep
Put a marble stone at the head and feet
On my grave, a turtle dove
Tell the world, I died for my love
Oh, a sailor's life is a weary life
He robs the girls of their delight
Causes them to weep, causes them to mourn
Loss of a true love, never to return