A sailor's life, it is a merry life. He robs young girls of their hearts' delight, Leaving them behind to weep and mourn, And they never know when they will return. Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My sweetheart makes the finest show. He's proper tall, genteel with thrall, And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all. Oh father, build me a bonny boat, So on the wide ocean I must float And every ship that I pass by, I'll enquire for my lone sailor boy They had not sailed long on the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet. "Oh sailors all, please tell me true, Does my sweet William sail along with you?" "Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here For he's been drowned, we greatly fear On yonder isle as we passed it by, There we lost the sight of your sailor boy." Well, she wrung her hands and she tore her hair. Much like a damsel in great despair. And her boat against a rock did run. "How can I live now my William is gone?"