Fare thee well, my own true love Fare thee well a while, For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows free And i am bound away for the sea, Mary ann. If i had a flask of gin, Whiskey there for two And a great big bowl for to mix them in I'd mix a drink for you my dear Mary ann. The lobster boiling in the pot, The bluefish on the hook; The pain they bear is nothing like The ache i bear for you, my dear Mary ann. Fare thee well, my own true love Fare thee well a while, For though i go i'll surely come again Though it be ten thousand miles, my dear Mary ann. Fare thee well, my own true love Fare thee well, my dear, For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows free And i am bound away for the sea, Mary ann.