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 the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows free
And I am bound away for the sea
Mary Ann