SAILING ON THE DEEP BLUE SEA
(learned during the 1960s)
'Twas on a summer's evening, about the hour of three
Well, he promised to write me a letter, he said he would write to me,
Well, my mother's dead and buried, my father has forsaken me,
Oh, captain, can you tell me where my true love might be,
Good-bye to my friends and relations, it's the last you'll see of me,
(from miriam berg's folksong collection)
That my darling began to leave me, to sail upon the deep blue sea.
But I have not heard from my darling, who is sailing on the deep blue sea.
And I have no one to love me but a sailor on the deep blue sea.
Oh, yes, my pretty maiden, he's drowned in the deep blue sea.
For I've gone to end my sorrow by drowning in the deep blue sea.