|Fare thee well, my lovely Dina, a thousand times adieu
For we're going away from the Holy Ground
And the girls we all love true
And we'll sail the salt seas over, and we'll return for sure
To see again the girls we love, and the Holy Ground once more
(shouted) Fine girl you are!
You're the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see
The Holy Ground once more
(shouted) Fine girl you are!!
|And now the storm is raging, and we are far from shore
And the good old ship is tossing about
And the rigging is all tore
And the secret of my mind, my love, you're the girl I do adore
And still I live in hopes to see the Holy Ground once more
|And now the storm is over and we are safe and well
We will go into a public house
And we'll sit and drink our fill
We will drink strong ale and porter and we'll make the rafters roar
And when our money is all spent, well go to sea once more.