Fare you well,
me dearest Nancy,
for now I must leave you.
All across the Western Ocean
I'm bound for to go.
Don't let me long voyage to
tremble and grieve you,
For I will re turn in the spring,
as you know
She says, like a little seaboy,
I'll dress up and go with you
In the mid st of mortal dangers,
your help I'll re main
In the cold stormy weather,
when the winds are a -blowin',
My dear, I'll be ready to
reap your topsoil.
Well, pretty slender fingers
couldn't handle our tackle
Your delicate feet to our
top must can't go
An d your little me, I love,
would freeze in the wind, love
I would love you at home
when the stormy winds do blow.
So fare you well, my dearest Nancy,
For now I must leave you,
All for the wedd 'n'st indies
I'm bound to bear,
And though we are par ted,
my love, be true hearted,
For I will return in the spring of the year.