As I stared among the seas of Kanarjo

As I stared among the seas and the bay,

I aspied a young sailor all speckled in sorrow,

A blue kind of sorrow with a face full of gray.

“I wanted my girl, my girlie, my dear,”

He spoke it to me as he stretched out and sighed.

“This is my story, my unfinished story,

For my death has a’ready been died.

“It was a windswept day among the seas of Kanarjo,

Indeed, the wind wasn’t at bay.

And the waves crashed over the hull of the ship

And the crew was a gone by day.

“I wished to be saved, I wished it along,

But we sunk in the depths of the sea,

I ne’er got to see my young girlie’s face

And ne’er got to hear her plea:

“Oh daddy, come stay, don’t go on again,

I wish you to stay with me,

For the road is so long, and the travels so hard,

And my heart dearly aches for thee.

“How much I would give to hear her voice,

How much I would give to flee.

How much I would give to feel her arms,

Reaching back out to me.

I want me my girl, my girlie, my dear,

To tell her goodbye,” said he.

He shook me my hand, and soon was departed

Departed away from the sea.

I searched high and low for the man of the seas

As time grew older each day,

But I will never forget his soul speckled in sorrow,

A blue kind of sorrow with a face full of gray.