The Jeannie C.

Come all ye lads, draw near to me, that I be not forsaken
 This day was lost the Jeannie C. and my living has been taken
 I'll go to sea no more
 We set out his day in the bright sunrise, the same as any other
 My son and I and old John Price in the boat named for my mother
 I'll go to sea no more
 Now it's well you know what the fishing has been, it's been scarce and hard and cruel
 But this day, by God, we sure caught cod, and we sang and we laughed like fools
 I'll go to sea no more
 I'll never know what it was we struck, but strike we did like thunder
 John Price give a cry and pitched overside. Now it's forever he's gone under
 I'll go to sea no more
 Now a leak we've sprung, let there be no delay if the Jeannie C. we're saving
 John Price is drown'd and slip'd away. So I'll patch the hole while you're bailing
 I'll go to sea no more
 But no leak I found from bow to hold. No rock it was that got her
 But what I found made me heart stop cold, for every seam poured water
 I'll go to sea no more
 My God, I cried as she went down. That boat was like no other
 My father built her when I was nine, and named her for my mother
 I'll go to sea no more
 And sure I could have another made in the boat shop down in Dover
 But I would not love the keel they laid like the one the waves roll over
 I'll go to sea no more
 So come all ye lads, draw near to me, that I be not forsaken
 This day was lost the Jeannie C. and my whole life has been taken
 I'll go to sea no more: