Ah then, fare thee well, my own true love Fare thee well, my dear For the ship is waiting and the wind blows high And I am bound away for the sea Mary Ann Do you see that crow that flies on high She will surely turn to white If I ever prove false to you my love Bright morn will turn to night my dear Mary Ann Your company, my dearest dear So pleasant it is to me It makes think when I am away That every day is three my dear Mary Ann Do you see the grass beneath your feet Arise and grow again But love it is a killing thing Do you ever feel the pain my dear Mary Ann A lobster boiling in the pot A bluefish on the hook They are suffering long, but it's nothing like The ache I bear for you my dear Mary Ann Ten thousand miles away from home Ten thousand miles or more The sea may freeze and the earth may burn If I nevermore return to you Mary Ann Ah then, fare thee well, my own true love Fare thee well, my dear For the ship is waiting and the wind blows high And I am bound away for the sea Mary Ann