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 [bad word] ‘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 [bad word] pose,

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

In a single explosion he’s gone to the terrible sea.