And looking out the window is a dark-eyed girl for me,
And driving her for Gloucester, maybe we don’t know
What the little ones are thinking when the mother looks out so.
Oh, the children in the cradle and the wife’s eyes out to sea,
The husband at the helm and looking westerly––
When you get to thinking that way, don’t it make your heart’s blood foam?
Be sure it does––so here’s a health to those we love at home.
West half no’the and drive her, we’re abreast now of Cape Sable,
It’s an everlasting hurricane, but here’s the craft that’s able––