Donald-o Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

(original title; My Donald) 

My Donald he works on the sea 

On the waves that blow wild and free 

He splices the ropes and sets the sails 

While southward he rolls to the home of the whale 

He ne'er thinks o' me far behind 

Or the torments that rage in my mind 

He's mine for only half part of the year 

Then I'm left all alone wi' nocht but a tear 

Ye ladies wha' smell o' wild rose 

Think ye for your perfume tae whaur a man goes 

Think ye o' the wives and the bairnies wha' yearn 

For a man ne'er returning frae hunting the sperm