Fare thee well, my own true love   Fare thee well a while,   For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows free   And I am bound away for the sea,   Mary Ann.      If I had a flask of gin,   Whiskey there for two   And a great big bowl for to mix them in   I'd mix a drink for you my dear   Mary Ann.      The lobster boiling in the pot,   The bluefish on the hook;   The pain they bear is nothing like   The ache I bear for you, my dear   Mary Ann.      Fare thee well, my own true love   Fare thee well a while,   For though I go I'll surely come again   Though it be ten thousand miles, 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 free   And I am bound away for the sea,   Mary Ann.