17 - Bye-bye my Roseanna

The boats are sailing round the bay,
Bye-bye my Roseanna.
All loaded down with fishermen,
I won’t be home tomorrow.

Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
Bye-bye, my Roseanna
Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye
I won’t be home tomorrow

A dollar a day is a fisherman’s pay
It’s easy come, easy go away

We’re leaving port at break of day
We’re sailing out across the bay

Around the horn we must go
The gales are strong and the winds do blow

Roseanne, my Roseanne
I’m going away but not to stay