The Jeannie C. Stan Rogers

Come all ye lads, draw near to me
That I be not forsaken
This day was lost the Jeannie C
And my living has been taken
I'll go to sea no more

We set out this day in the bright sunrise
The same as any other
My son and I and old John Price
In the boat named for my mother
I'll go to sea no more

Now it's well you know what the fishing has been
It's been scarce and hard and cruel
But this day, by God, we sure caught cod
And we sang and we laughed like fools
I'll go to sea no more

I'll never know what it was we struck
But strike we did like thunder
John Price give a cry and pitched overside
Now it's forever he's gone under
I'll go to sea no more

Now a leak we've sprung, let there be no delay
If the Jeannie C. we're saving
John Price is drown'd and slip'd away
So I'll patch the hole while you're bailing
I'll go to sea no more