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T'was midnight on the stormy deep |
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My solitary watch I'd keep |
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And think of her I'd left behind |
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And ask if she'd be true and kind |
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I never shall forget the day |
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That I was forced to go away |
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In silence there my head she'd rest |
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And held me to her loving breast |
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Oh Willy don't go back to sea |
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There's other girls as good as me |
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But none can love you true as I |
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Pray don't go where the bullets fly |
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The deep deep sea may us divide |
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And I may be some other's bride |
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But still my thoughts will oft times stray |
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To be with thou so far away |
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I never have proved false to thee |
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The love I gave was true and kind |
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But you have proved untrue to me |
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I can no longer call thee mine |
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So fare-thee-well I'd rather make |
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My home upon some icy lake |
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Where the southern sun refused to shine |
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Then to trust a love so false as thine |
