My Donald 歌词

My Donald he works on the sea Where the waves they blow wild and free He splices the ropes, he sets the sail. Southward he goes, in search of the whale He never thinks of me left behind Nor the torments that rage in my mind He's mine for only half part of the year Then leaves me behiínd, with nothing but a tear Oh you ladies who smell the wild rose Think for the perfume to where a man goes Think of the women, the children that yearn For men never return from hunting the sperm Oh my Donald he works on the sea Where the waves they blow wild and free He splices the ropes, he sets the sail. Southward he goes, in search of the whale