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 though I go I'll surely come again

Though it be ten thousand miles, my dear

Mary Ann.

Fare thee well, my own true love

Fare thee well, my dear,

For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows free

And I am bound away for the sea,

Mary Ann.