| Song | My Donald |
| Artist | Mary Black |
| Album | Mary Black |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Traditional | |
| Oh my Donald he works on the sea | |
| On the waves that blow wild and free | |
| He splices the ropes and he sets the sails | |
| While southward he rolls to the home of the whale | |
| And he ne'er thinks o' me far behind | |
| Nor the torments that rage in my mind | |
| He's mine for only part of the year | |
| And I'm left all alone with only my tears | |
| Ye ladies that smell of wild rose | |
| Think ye for your perfume to where a man goes | |
| Think ye o' the wives and the babies that yearn | |
| For a man ne'er returning from hunting the sperm | |
| My Donald he works on the sea | |
| On the waves that blow wild and free | |
| He splices the ropes and sets the sails | |
| While southward he rolls to the home of the whale |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| Oh my Donald he works on the sea | |
| On the waves that blow wild and free | |
| He splices the ropes and he sets the sails | |
| While southward he rolls to the home of the whale | |
| And he ne' er thinks o' me far behind | |
| Nor the torments that rage in my mind | |
| He' s mine for only part of the year | |
| And I' m left all alone with only my tears | |
| Ye ladies that smell of wild rose | |
| Think ye for your perfume to where a man goes | |
| Think ye o' the wives and the babies that yearn | |
| For a man ne' er returning from hunting the sperm | |
| My Donald he works on the sea | |
| On the waves that blow wild and free | |
| He splices the ropes and sets the sails | |
| While southward he rolls to the home of the whale |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| Oh my Donald he works on the sea | |
| On the waves that blow wild and free | |
| He splices the ropes and he sets the sails | |
| While southward he rolls to the home of the whale | |
| And he ne' er thinks o' me far behind | |
| Nor the torments that rage in my mind | |
| He' s mine for only part of the year | |
| And I' m left all alone with only my tears | |
| Ye ladies that smell of wild rose | |
| Think ye for your perfume to where a man goes | |
| Think ye o' the wives and the babies that yearn | |
| For a man ne' er returning from hunting the sperm | |
| My Donald he works on the sea | |
| On the waves that blow wild and free | |
| He splices the ropes and sets the sails | |
| While southward he rolls to the home of the whale |