She left her Kept to shipwife be To fly across the shining sea To walk the slate, the shining bone With promises she’d soon come home She flew up high, she flew down low Heave on, crew, heave on. From north to south she flew the storms Heave on, crew, heave on. She flew to east, she flew to west Heave on, crew, heave on. And always thought of home, hey! She always thought of home. From “The Black Pirate” – traditional ballad
