And the raging seas did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow.
Then up starts the cook of our gallant ship,
And a gruff old soul was he:
"Oh! I have a wife in fair Plymouth town,
But a widow I fear she will be."
And the raging seas did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow.
And then up spoke the little cabin-boy,
And a pretty little boy was he;