My only love is a sailor lad
Whose home is the fickle sea,
To other girls he gives his smiles,
But his mouth he gives to me.
On Sunday morning after mass
When he is dressed so fine,
He stops before their open doors,
But at night he comes to mine.
O Mary, bless all sailor lads
Whose loves are two, and three,
But mine keep safe from other girls --
Or let him die in the sea!