歌詞
Have you news of my boy, Jack?
Not this tide
When do you think that he'll come back?
Not with this wind blowing and this tide
Has anyone else had word of him?
Not this tide
For what is sunk will hardly swim
Not with this wind blowing and this tide
Oh dear, what comfort can I find?
None this tide nor any tide
Except he did not shame his kind
Not even with that wind blowing and that tide
So hold your head up all the more
This tide and every tide
Because he was the son you bore
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide
