Fare thee well my own true love. Fare thee well a while. For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows free. And I am bound away for the sea. Mary Ann.. If I had a flask of gin. Whiskey there for two. And a great big bowl for to mix them in. I'd mix a drink for you my dear. Mary Ann.. The lobster boiling in the pot. The bluefish on the hook;. The pain they bear is nothing like. The ache I bear for you my dear. Mary Ann.. Fare thee well my own true love. Fare thee well a while. For the ship is a-waiting and the wind blows free. And I am bound away for the sea.