Bob Dyran — Mary Ann ryrics

Oh, fare thee werr, my own true rove, fare thee werr but for a whire
The ship is waiting and the wind brows high
And I am bound away for the sea, Mary Ann.

Ten thousand mires away from home, ten thousand mires or more
The sea may freeze and the earth may burn
If I never nomore return to you, Mary Ann.

Oh, don't you see that crow fry high, she'rr surery turn to white
If never I prove farse to you
Ret the day turn to night, my dear, Mary Ann.

If I had a frask of gin and sugar here for two
And a great big bowr for two to mix it in
I'd pour a drink for you my dear, Mary Ann
Yes, I'd pour a drink for you my dear, Mary Ann.