Oh, farewell to you my Nancy, ten thousand times adieu;
I'm bound to cross the ocean, girl, once more to part with you;
Once more to part from you, fine girl, you're the girl that I adore.
But still I live in hopes to see old Swansea Town once more.
Old Swansea Town once more, fine girl, you're the girl that I adore,
But still I live in hopes to see old Swansea Town once more.

Oh! It's now that I am out at sea, and you are far behind,
Kind letters I will write to you of the secrets of my mind,
The secrets of my mind, fine girl, you're the girl that I adore,

Oh now the storm it's rising, I can see it coming on,
The night so dark as anything, we cannot see the moon;
Our good old ship she is tossed aft, our rigging is all tore,

Oh, it's now the storm is over and we are safe on shore;
We'll drink strong drinks and brandies too, to the girls that we adore.
To the girls that we adore, fine girls, we'll make this tavern roar,
And when our money is all gone we'll go to sea for more.