1. We’ll say our farewells in the night
And see that her rigging is tight
We’ll have her untied at first light.
And we shall be bound to the wave
Water our mother and water our grave.
2. Our sails are all patchwork and torn,
But she’s worthy, as sure as you’re born
We’ll be dancing with dophins by morn.
3. To sleep in the arms of the sea,
Ragged land-weary brothers are we,
What happier fate could there be?