The wind howls mournful & low o'er the hole in his heart, Left a note for his mother to say he'd be joinin' his da', He said "the devils all pissed 'cause i danced with his daughter, I were born to be hung, so i don't fear the water, If he wants me he can chase me below the terrible sea."
There's a pinch of tobacco tucked into the sleeve of his coat, And a dirty black penny to pay the old man on the boat, He honours the rocks with a cruciform pose, Singin' "my love is like a red, red rose", In a single explosion he's gone to the terrible sea.
