| Mary Ann [Version 1] |
| Fare thee well, my own true love Fare thee well a while, For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows free And I am bound away for the sea, Mary Ann. If I had a flask of gin, Whiskey there for two And a great big bowl for to mix them in I'd mix a drink for you my dear Mary Ann. The lobster boiling in the pot, The bluefish on the hook; The pain they bear is nothing like The ache I bear for you my dear Mary Ann. Fare thee well, my own true love Fare thee well a while, For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows free And I am bound away for the sea, Mary Ann. |