My Donald Lyrics - Bert Jansch

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 behind, 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.