Next time out to sea 
Bring enough soul to bury me 
For I don't want my final jig 
In the belly of a squid 
Take my trousers take my shirt 
Just give me that sweet dirt 
For the water's cold and grim 
And I never did learn to swim 
No her love never set me free 
So I set off for the ocean 
Now in my dreams [bad word] to me 
Whispering of peace 
But I've known since the day 
That we sailed for Santiago 
Her dry embrace would kiss my face 
No never, No more 

The sea is a [bad word] mistress 
The sea is a [bad word] mistress 

Many moons to the day 
That I threw her love away 
Now every whale spouts "go to [bad word]  
As the wind laughs in my face 
I've grown harder on the eyes 
And salty to the taste 
My pride has gone with the wake 
As I wait a cold wet grave 
I rose to the smell 
Of a wet desert [bad word] 
And I thought to myself 
How'd I wind up in this jail 
Till a voice called to me 
From deep within the sea 
Dry your eyes my dear fisherman 
Your [bad word] belongs to me 

The sea is a [bad word] mistress 
The sea is a [bad word] mistress 

The earth will rest my bones 
Lord I know, Lord I know 
But I'll see you when I get home 
From the cold, yeah from the cold 

No her love never set me free 
So I set out for the ocean 
Now in my dreams [bad word] to me 
Whispering of peace 
But I've known since the day 
That we sailed for Santiago 
Her dry embrace would kiss my face 
No never, no more 

The sea is a [bad word] mistress 
The sea is a [bad word] mistress 

Next time out to sea 
Bring enough soil to bury me 
For I don't want my final jig 
In the belly of a squid 

Next time out to sea 
Bring enough soil to bury me 
For in my dreams [bad word] to me 
Whispering of peace...