My Donald
Bert Jansch · Crimson Moon [2008]
My Donald he works on the sea
Where the waves they blow wild and free
He splices the ropes, he sets the sail,
Southward he goes, in search of the whale.
He never thinks of me left behind
Nor the torments that rage in my mind
He's mine for only half part of the year
Then leaves me behind, with nothing but a tear.
Oh you ladies who smell the wild rose
Think for the perfume to where a man goes
Think of the women, the children that yearn
For men never return from hunting the sperm.
Oh my Donald he works on the sea
Where the waves they blow wild and free
He splices the ropes, he sets the sail,
Southward he goes, in search of the whale.
Where the waves they blow wild and free
He splices the ropes, he sets the sail,
Southward he goes, in search of the whale.
He never thinks of me left behind
Nor the torments that rage in my mind
He's mine for only half part of the year
Then leaves me behind, with nothing but a tear.
Oh you ladies who smell the wild rose
Think for the perfume to where a man goes
Think of the women, the children that yearn
For men never return from hunting the sperm.
Oh my Donald he works on the sea
Where the waves they blow wild and free
He splices the ropes, he sets the sail,
Southward he goes, in search of the whale.