When my man goes to sea He steps so high and free I think I know as I watch him go That he has no need for me, for me And when my man comes home And waits a while to roam I think I see as he smiles at me That he's dreaming of the foam, the foam I'm not a pious Christian And I do not go to mass But I pray to Father Neptune To let him safely pass I sing to the god with the three-pronged rod And the whiskers wild and free But I've got a man with a beard and a tan And a passion for the sea He rides through the foam and the cold and the warm And he loves to risk his neck And I like to know when he goes below That it's just below the deck Oh, Neptune; Father Neptune! I tell you fair and true That if you should lose my sailor I'll sing no more to you When he's home from sea he is half with me And he's gone when I close the door And it's still his creed that he has no need For a wife except on shore I know it's the boat that keeps him afloat But I like to think it's me And if it were not for this I would sink to the depths of the sea