Rocks of Merasheen

The fondest wish I ever had since the day that I was weaned,
Is to go back and walk again on the rocks of Merasheen;
I still recall the sad farewell I bid her on that day,
When all upon a whaling ship I went to earn my pay;
On the hard rocks, the rocky rocks, the rocks of Merasheen.
From out of Rose au Rue we sailed to hunt the big fish down.
We sailed upon the ocean `til we sailed the world around.
With girls in every port of call, I did go well astray,
Forsaking her I left behind back in Placentia Bay;
On the hard rocks, the rocky rocks, the rocks of Merasheen.
Now in my old and aching age, I think of her once more,
Of how she fared while waitin’for my knock upon her door;
What fate was hers I do not know, but in my sleep I’ve seen
Her walkin’on the cliffs upon the rocks of Merasheen;
On the hard rocks, the rocky rocks, the rocks of Merasheen,
On the hard rocks, the dirty rocks, the rocks of Merasheen.