"I have married a wife in fair London town,
And this night a widow she shall be."
Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
And a valiant man was he,
"For want of a boat we shall be drowned,"
For she sunk to the bottom of the sea.
The moon shone bright, and the stars gave light,
And my mother was looking for me,
She might look, and weep, with watery eyes,
She might look to the bottom of the sea.