Oh, a sailor's life is a weary life For he robs the girls of their delight Causes them to weep, causes them to mourn Loss of a true love, never to return Oh, Father, Father, build me a boat And on the world's oceans, I will float Hail each captain, as I pa** by There, I'll ask for my sailor boy Oh, captain, captain, tell me true Does my own Willie sail with you? Tell me soon, to give me joy None will I have but my sailor boy Oh no, kind lady, he's not here He drowned in the gulf, and we buried him there On the island, as we pa**ed by There, we left your sailor boy Oh, she rung her hands, and tore her hair Just like some lady in great despair Called for a chair to sit her down Penningdon for, to write it down Oh, dig my grave wide and deep Put a marble stone at the head and feet On my grave, a turtle dove Tell the world, I died for my love Oh, a sailor's life is a weary life He robs the girls of their delight Causes them to weep, causes them to mourn Loss of a true love, never to return