Fare thee well my own true love
Fare thee well for a while
For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows free
And I am bound away to the sea
Mary Ann
And I am bound away to the sea
Mary Ann

Oh don't you see that pretty turtle dove
Sitting on a pine
He's mourning the loss  of his own true love
As I now mourn for mine
My dear Mary Ann
As I now mourn for mine
My dear Mary Ann

The lobster boiling in the pot
And the crayfish on the line
They're suffering long but it's nothing like
The ache I bear for you
My dear Mary Ann
The ache I bear for you
My dear Mary Ann

Oh, had I but a bottle of gin 
And a sugar here for two
And a great big bowl for to mix it in
I'd fix a drink for you
My dear Mary Ann
I'd fix a drink for you
My dear Mary Ann