Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly;
blow the wind south o'er the bonny blue sea.
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly;
blow, bonny breeze, my lover to me.
They told me last night there were ships in the offing
and I hurried down to the deep rolling sea.
But my eye could not see it, wherever might be it,
the barque that is bearing my lover to me.

Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly;
blow, bonny breeze, o'er the bonny blue sea.
Blow the wind southerly, southerly, southerly;
blow, bonny breeze, and bring him to me.
Is it not sweet to hear the breeze singing,
as lightly it comes o'er the deep rolling sea?
But sweeter and clearer by far 'tis when bringing
the barque of my true love in safety to me.