Take advice from an old head.
If you marry, as you say,
Do not take a sailor gay.
If you take a sailor gay,
You will sorrow night and day.
When the farmer's wife's in bed The sailor's wife the floor must tread.
When the wind arises shrill,
Her heart will beat, her eyes will fill.
Her heart will beat, her eyes will fill,
And in her veins the blood run chill.