Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear
The main-mast by the board,
My heart with thoughts of thee, my dear,
And love well stor'd,
Shall brave all danger, scorn all fear,
The roaring winds the raging sea,
In hopes on shore, to be once more
Safe moor'd with thee.

Aloft while mountains high we go,
The whistling winds that scud along
And the surge roaring from below
Shall my signal be, to think on thee,
And this shall be my song:

Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear
The main-mast by the board,
My heart with thoughts of thee, my dear,
And love well stor'd,
Shall brave all danger, scorn all fear,
The roaring winds the raging sea,
In hopes on shore, to be once more
Safe moor'd with thee.

And on that night, when all the crew
The mem'ry of their former lives
O'er flowing cans of flip renew,
And drink their sweethearts and their wives,
I'll heave a sigh, and think on thee,
And as the ship rolls thro' the sea,
The burthen of my song shall be:

Blow high, blow low, let tempests tear
The main-mast by the board,
My heart with thoughts of thee, my dear,
And love well stor'd,
Shall brave all danger, scorn all fear,
The roaring winds the raging sea,
In hopes on shore, to be once more
Safe moor'd with thee.