Oh, dear sweetheart of mine I reckoned my life to be over Out of darkness I saw them shine The mighty white cliffs of Dover One early morning I set sail Out of Port Sainte-Marine No saint could save me, it would seem From the raging storm I fell in The crashing waves and howling winds Took my boat a-dancin' A frightening waltz I could not lead Into the abyss a-glancin' One- we rose and two- we stopped Three- towards Hades falling I felt the draw from down below I heard the sirens calling No saint am I, but Saint was he Who brought my boat to harbor He saved a sinner from the sea Saint Brendan, the navigator