and must you go my flower my gem

my laughter and my hope of joy

to follow fortune through all the world

make luck pursue you my darling boy



the sun shines bright in France

yellow it shines on high barbaree

o be my light of day

tarry not long on the banks of sweet Italy



a golden ring is a precious thing

red stockings and shoes of green

a dwelling place with painted door

a wide white bed to love you in



summer's gone with calm days 

ungentle now is Biscay Bay

a cold fear claims my heart

god save all sailors from the cruel waves