Chorus Oh, the waves on the sea, how they roll the chilly winds, how they do blow; My own true love got drownded in the deep And the ship never got to the shore. Oh the first on the deck was the porter of the ship And a rough-looking fellow was he; Says, " Icare no more for my wife and my child Than I do for the fish in thesea." Chorus Well, I left my dear darling grieving I left my dear darling grieving I left my dear darling grieving after me For I never expect to see her any more. Chorus