Cara Dillon - My Donald lyrics

Oh my Donald he works upon 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 of 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 Oh you ladies that smell of wild rose
 Think you of the perfume to where the man goes 
Think you of the wives and the babies that yearn 
For the man ne'er returns from hunting the s**m Oh my Donald he works upon 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