Ah me, I must mourn my true love ever more
Though coldly forsaken, it's you I adore
And if you would return then I'd make you my bride
Or I'll cross the wild Atlantic to be by your side
On the morning we parted, how sad the farewell
Our words they were few, but our thoughts none could tell
And when love stole my vision, far over the brine
I drank your success in a goblet of wine
Three times have I crossed to the ship as she lay
Becalmed on the breast of the silvery bay
And my crew are the bravest ever handled an oar
Unawed by the tempest, they laugh at its roar
No drink will I take for to lighten my heart
But the wildest adventures I'll take for my heart
No woman on earth will I have for my bride
'Til I cross the wild Atlantic and be your side
Ah me, I must mourn my true love evermore
Though coldly forsaken, it's you I adore
And if you would return then I'd make you my bride
Or I'll cross the wild Atlantic to be by your side