My darling seafarer slave

As the tide doth turn mine eyes will wait for thee
O’er yonder distant horizon I shall scan yon salty scree
Ye may return on thy crest of a wave from thy fishing foraging my darling seafarer slave

Worry me not for I put my trust in ye
Thy home of thine heartlands is yon beautiful briney sea
Whence ye return from wherest thy hast been please my dearest tell thee thy sights ye hath seen

Was ye singing to pretty Mermaids and handsome Merman and doth ye dive down to thy depths wherest ye can
I love thy tales from thy angst troubles whilst pilfering pirates burst blue bubbles

Speed bonny lad back to mine arms
safely from thy solace e’re Mother Magna’s charms
Bring me a bucket full of scaley, fresh fish and I shall salt thy skin for our tasty dish