Mary Ann - Tom Paxton

Fare thee well, my own true love

Fare thee well, my dear

For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows high

And I am bound away to the sea, Mary Ann

And I am bound away to the sea, Mary Ann

Ten thousand miles away from home

Ten thousand miles or more

The sea may freeze and the earth may burn

If I never no more return to you, Mary Ann

If I never no more return to you, Mary Ann

A lobster boiling in a pot

Bluefish on a hook

They’re suffering long but it’s nothing like

The ache I bear for you, my dear Mary Ann

The ache I bear for you, my dear Mary Ann

Oh, had I bought a flask of gin

Sugar here for two

And a great big bowl for to mix 'em in

I’d pour a drink for you, my dear Mary Ann

I’d pour a drink for you, my dear Mary Ann

Fare thee well, my own true love

Fare thee well, my dear

For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows high

And I am bound away to the sea, Mary Ann

And I am bound away to the sea, Mary Ann