When I was young and in my prime,
And could wander wild and free,
There was always a longing in my mind,
To follow the call of the sea.
So I'll sing farewell to Carlingford,
And farewell to Greenore,
And I'll think of you both day and night,
Until I return once more, until I return once more.
On all of the stormy seven seas,
I have sailed before the mast,
And on every voyage I ever made,
I swore it would be my last.
And I had a girl called Mary Doyle
And she lived in Greenore,
And the foremost thought in my mind,
Was to keep me safe onshore.
A landsman's life is all his own,
He can go or he can stay,
But when the sea gets in your blood,
When she calls you must obey.