“Oh, my love, I say goodbye For what the sea did do. She tipped the bow, and split the stern And ran me through and through. Hate her not for what she does, For she’s a jealous lot. The sea has taken what is hers And only what she ought. A sailor’s doom is waiting A’deep beneath the waves Where man and ship become as one And share their final graves. Do not weep for me, oh sweet, I rest where I belong. But in the whispers of the sea, My love, you’ll hear my song.”
