While I'm bound to the sea.
But if I sail the world around,
I'll be a faithful rover,
She.—Poh! you'll forget me I'll be bound
When you are half seas over.
He.—And when alas, your Jack is gone,
You'll think of naught but jigging,
And you will sport your rigging on,
While Jack is on the rigging.
Where winter's ice around us grows,