All things are quite silent, each mortal at rest, When me and my love got snug in one nest, When a bold set of ruffians they entered our cave, And they forced my dear j**el to plough the salt wave. I begged hard for my sailor as I'd beg for my life. They'd not listen to me although a fond wife, Saying: "The king he wants sailors, to the sea he must go," And they've left me lamenting in sorrow and woe. Although my love's gone I will not be cast down. Who knows but my sailor may once more return? And will make me amends for all trouble and strife, And my true love and I might live happy for life