Oh, farewell to you, my Nancy,
Ten thousand times adieu!
I'm bound to cross the ocean, girl,
Once more to part from 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.

Now I'm outward bound aruound Cape Horn,
For Frisco and afar.
I'll write you letters when I bound there,
And you'll know I'm homeward bound.

Now we're off to Swansea town, we are;
I can see the lights quite plain,
And I know that Nancy's down by the beach,
With her apron all a spray:

So take my ropes and make me fast,
I'm in Swansea town once more.
And all I've live in hopes to see
Old Swansea town once more.