Fare thee well my lovely Dinah, a thousand times adieu.
We're going away from the Holy Ground and the girls we all love too.
We will sail the salt seas over and then return to shore.
And still I live in hope to see, the Holy Ground once more.
Fine girl you are!
You're the girl I do adore.
And still I live in hope to see, the Holy Ground once more.
I see the storm a coming, I feel it coming soon.
The sky is dark and cloudy, we can scarcely see the moon.
And the secrets of my mind my love, you're the girl I do adore.
But still I live in hope to see, the Holy Ground once more.
Fine girl you are!
You're the girl I do adore.
But still I live in hope to see, the Holy Ground once more.
And now the storm is raging and we are far from shore.
The good old ship is tossing about and the rigging is all tore.
And the secrets of my mind my love, you're the girl I do adore.
But still I live in hope to see, the Holy Ground once more.
Fine girl you are!
You're the girl I do adore.
But still I live in hope to see, the Holy Ground once more.
Fine girl you are!
And now the storm is over and we are safe and well.
We will go into a public house to sit and drink our fill.
We will drink strong ale and porter and make the rafters roar.
And when our money is all spent, we'll go to sea once more.
Fine girl you are!
You're the girl I do adore.
And when our money is all spent, we'll go to sea once more.
Fine girl you are!