I am sailing for America
That far foreign strand,
And I whopes to set foot
In a fair fruitful land,
But in the midst of the ocean
May grow the green apple tree
Avoor l prove faalse
To the girl that loves me.

The moon shall be in darkness,
And the stars give no light
But I'll roll you in my arms
On a cold frosty night.
And in the midst of the ocean
May grow the green apple tree
Avoor I prove faalse
To the girl that loves me.