Ah me, I must mourn my true love ever more Though coldly forsaken, it's you I adore And if you would return then I'd make you my bride Or I'll cross the wild Atlantic to be by your side On the morning we parted, how sad the farewell Our words they were few, but our thoughts none could tell And when love stole my vision, far over the brine I drank your success in a goblet of wine Three times have I crossed to the ship as she lay Becalmed on the breast of the silvery bay And my crew are the bravest ever handled an oar Unawed by the tempest, they laugh at its roar No drink will I take for to lighten my heart But the wildest adventures I'll take for my heart No woman on earth will I have for my bride 'Til I cross the wild Atlantic and be your side Ah me, I must mourn my true love evermore Though coldly forsaken, it's you I adore And if you would return then I'd make you my bride Or I'll cross the wild Atlantic to be by your side