My Donald he works on the sea
On the waves that blow wild and free
He splices the ropes and sets the sails
As southward he rolls to the home of the whale
And he ne'er thinks on me far behind
Nor the torrents that rage in my mind
He's mine for only half part of the year
Then I'm left all alone with nowt but a tear
My Donald he works on the sea
On the waves that blow wild and free
He splices the ropes and sets the sails
As southward he rolls to the home of the whale
You ladies who smell of wild rose
Think ye on your perfume on where a man goes
Think ye on the wives and the bairns left at yem
And a man not returning from hunting the s****
My Donald he works on the sea
On the waves that blow wild and free
He splices the ropes and sets the sails
While southward he rolls to the home of the whale
On the waves that blow wild and free
He splices the ropes and sets the sails
As southward he rolls to the home of the whale
And he ne'er thinks on me far behind
Nor the torrents that rage in my mind
He's mine for only half part of the year
Then I'm left all alone with nowt but a tear
My Donald he works on the sea
On the waves that blow wild and free
He splices the ropes and sets the sails
As southward he rolls to the home of the whale
You ladies who smell of wild rose
Think ye on your perfume on where a man goes
Think ye on the wives and the bairns left at yem
And a man not returning from hunting the s****
My Donald he works on the sea
On the waves that blow wild and free
He splices the ropes and sets the sails
While southward he rolls to the home of the whale