Me love is stand'n by the shore,
I sometimes won'er if I'll see 'er e'er more.
When the anchor's weighed,
And our path is made,
We'll sail about the sea.
But all the while I'll think of her,
Standing there, a'wait'n fer me.
Watch th' tide as it rises 'igh,
Then lowers as does me 'eart.
Leaving the shells 'igh'n'dry,
It pain m' t'be apart.
We watch the storm in full blow,
Will we come out 'live, we don't know.
I see the main mast as it breaks,
And thinking of her, m' 'eart aches.
Seeing the rock as they smash the prow,
Life b'fore m' eyes is flashing now.
I think of my love, is she thinking of me?
Watch th' tide as it rises 'igh,
Then lowers as does me 'eart.
Leaving the shells 'igh'n'dry,
It pain m' t'be apart.
The Sea Wolf, our beauty of a ship,
Is crashing into the 'igh cliff's lip.
Wond'rin' if my soul'll live here on,
Though I'll rather it be with her, anon.
The unforgiving sea, lashing at the deck,
The salty water almost to my neck.
Watch th' tide as it rises 'igh,
Then lowers as does me 'eart.
Leaving the shells 'igh'n'dry,
It pain m' t'be apart.
No feeling in m' legs nor one arm,
But I'm hoping that none shall bring her harm.
The last thing I see is the locket from her,
With the scent of fir (For I so pined for her).
I wish her to remember me,
The lad that she lost to the sea.
I sometimes won'er if I'll see 'er e'er more.
When the anchor's weighed,
And our path is made,
We'll sail about the sea.
But all the while I'll think of her,
Standing there, a'wait'n fer me.
Watch th' tide as it rises 'igh,
Then lowers as does me 'eart.
Leaving the shells 'igh'n'dry,
It pain m' t'be apart.
We watch the storm in full blow,
Will we come out 'live, we don't know.
I see the main mast as it breaks,
And thinking of her, m' 'eart aches.
Seeing the rock as they smash the prow,
Life b'fore m' eyes is flashing now.
I think of my love, is she thinking of me?
Watch th' tide as it rises 'igh,
Then lowers as does me 'eart.
Leaving the shells 'igh'n'dry,
It pain m' t'be apart.
The Sea Wolf, our beauty of a ship,
Is crashing into the 'igh cliff's lip.
Wond'rin' if my soul'll live here on,
Though I'll rather it be with her, anon.
The unforgiving sea, lashing at the deck,
The salty water almost to my neck.
Watch th' tide as it rises 'igh,
Then lowers as does me 'eart.
Leaving the shells 'igh'n'dry,
It pain m' t'be apart.
No feeling in m' legs nor one arm,
But I'm hoping that none shall bring her harm.
The last thing I see is the locket from her,
With the scent of fir (For I so pined for her).
I wish her to remember me,
The lad that she lost to the sea.
