There on the lee is land,
Then launch the boats and pull away,
But here at my post I’ll stand.
Good-bye, my lads, good-bye!
Good-bye, my lads, good-bye!”
Chorus.
I’ll stick to the ship, lads, you save your lives,
I’ve no one to love me, you’ve children and wives;
You take to the boats, lads, praying to heaven above,
While I’ll go down in the angry deep with the ship I love.