Tom Paxton 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
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
