Father Neptune

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