My Donald Lyrics

My Donald he works on the sea On the waves that blow wild and free He splices the ropes and sets the sails While southward he rolls tae the home o the whale He ne'er thinks o me far behind Or the torments that rage in my mind He's mine for only half part o the year Then I'm left all alane wi nowt but a tear Ye ladies wha smell o wild rose Think ye for your perfume tae whaur a man goes Think ye o the wives and the bairnies wha yearn For a man ne'er returnin frae huntin the sperm