The wind howls mournful & low o’er the hole in his heart,

Left a note for his Mother

to say he’d be joinin’ his Da’,

He said “The Devils all pissed

‘cause I danced with his daughter,

I were born to be hung,

so I don’t fear the water,

If he wants me he can chase me below

the terrible sea.”

There’s a pinch of tobacco

tucked into the sleeve of his coat,

And a dirty black penny

to pay the old man on the boat,

He honours the rocks

with a cruciform pose,

Singin’ “my love is like a red, red rose”,

In a single explosion he’s gone

to the terrible sea.