Adieu, my lovely Nancy Ten thousand times adieu Ill be thinking of my own true love Ill be thinking, dear, of you Will you change your ring with me, my love? Will you change your ring with me? It will be a token of our love When I am far at sea When I am far away from home And you know not where I am Love letters I will write to you From every foreign strand When the farmer boys return at night They will tell their girls fine tales Of all that theyve been doing All day out in the fields Of the wheat and hay that they cut down Sure its all that they can do While we poor jolly, jolly hearts of oak Must plow the seas all through And when we return again, my love To our own dear native shore Fine stories we will tell to you How we plowed the oceans oer And well make the alehouses to ring And the taverns, they will roar And when our money is all gone Sure well go to sea for more
adieu, jolly, ring, sea, alehouse