Oh my Donald he works upon the sea
On the waves that blow wild and free
He splices the ropes and he sets the sails
While southward he rolls to the home of the whale

And he ne'er thinks of me far behind
Nor the torments that rage in my mind
He's mine for only part of the year
And I'm left all alone with only my tears

Oh ye ladies that smell of wild rose
Think ye for your perfume to where a man goes
Think ye of the wives and the babies that yearn
For a man ne'er returned from hunting the sperm

Oh my Donald he works upon the sea
On the waves that blow wild and free
He splices the ropes and he sets the sails
While southward he rolls to the home of the whale