(original title; My Donald)





My Donald he works on the sea

On the waves that blow wild and free

He splices the ropes and sets the sails

While southward he rolls to the home of the whale





He ne'er thinks o' me far behind

Or the torments that rage in my mind

He's mine for only half part of the year

Then I'm left all alone wi' nocht but a tear





Ye ladies wha' smell o' wild rose

Think ye for your perfume tae whaur a man goes

Think ye o' the wives and the bairnies wha' yearn

For a man ne'er returning frae hunting the sperm





My Donald he works on the sea

On the waves that blow wild and free

He splices the ropes and sets the sails

While southward he rolls to the home of the whale